He sits up tall in an executive chair
In a high-rise building in a big city somewhere
He leads a multibillion-dollar corporation
With firm composure and determination
But then he sees across the way
A flag waving on the windy bay
His mind takes him to a swamp, so wet
That’s right son – he’s a vet
He wears his hair a little long
And he insists that it’s not wrong
He rides a Harley to places now
Just to feel the breeze on his brow
He has tattooed a girl he met
Yes, that’s right, he’s a vet
The farmer’s combine his is place
He plants wheat seed in the earth’s face
By faith he waits until its due
In fall he’ll harvest all he can get
You might have guessed that he’s a vet
In factories, warehouses and assembly plants
Across this country’s plains and slants
The men who keep our commerce going
Are men and women, the nicest yet
Whose secret pride is - they’re a vet
He rides fast horses and ropes steer horns
He takes good care of the kids he’s born
He works real hard with face a sweat
He’s my dad, and he’s a vet
Marvin McKenzie November 11, 2015
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