Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Combat VeteranYou, my friend, saw Viet Nam,the jungle,felt the merciless rain of war,the soaking, soggy violence and blood.And you, you fought in Baghdad,the desert,felt the pitiless heat of warand dreamed of rain and mud.But both of you knew the terrorof anger, hate and fear.My father flew the airplanesthat dropped the heartless bombs.My grandfather and his grandfatherfought with swords and guns.No, I’ve never been to waror killed to save my life,but I also know the terrorof anger, hate and fear..Copyright 2008 - SOFTWOOD-Seventy-eight Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald
That line of tears say so much...much more than words.
That's a superb poem from Gary. It matches the line of tears.
Thanks, Nazia and Elisabeth. Gary, come out here and take a bow.
Thank you very much, Elisabeth. I am pleased that you like my poem.Maybe you saw the one I put on Mark Doty's blog about owls. I thought I saw your name there.
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