Wednesday, November 18, 2009


November 17, 2009
#2 Pencil on Index Card

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In the Forum: a triumphant weed thriving against the odds.


Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

Combat Veteran

You, 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 war
and dreamed of rain and mud.
But both of you knew the terror
of anger, hate and fear.

My father flew the airplanes
that dropped the heartless bombs.
My grandfather and his grandfather
fought with swords and guns.
No, I’ve never been to war
or killed to save my life,
but I also know the terror
of anger, hate and fear.

Copyright 2008 - SOFTWOOD-Seventy-eight Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Gary.

Nazia Mallick said...

That line of tears say so much...much more than words.

Elisabeth said...

That's a superb poem from Gary. It matches the line of tears.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Nazia and Elisabeth. Gary, come out here and take a bow.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

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.