Ok, here is a poem I wrote years ago and had to re-write it all. This was inspired by a trip I made to The Wall in D.C and actually saw my dad cry while there (He lost a lot of friends and was in the service himself during that time..) Was looking for it for memorial day but better late than never I beleive.
The Wall
A man,
Before me stands,
Crying softly into his hands.
Kneeling down,
Placing things on the ground,
A forgotten life's trinkets lost, then found.
Dad's flag,
Then his medals,
Our warriors lost mettle.
Mom's last letter,
A used round,
To many tears on the ground.
A solitary rose,
His girls first prose,
To many soft groans.
Names in black,
Reflections in stone,
Whispers in somber tones.
The Wall
A man,
Before me stands,
Crying softly into his hands.
Kneeling down,
Placing things on the ground,
A forgotten life's trinkets lost, then found.
Dad's flag,
Then his medals,
Our warriors lost mettle.
Mom's last letter,
A used round,
To many tears on the ground.
A solitary rose,
His girls first prose,
To many soft groans.
Names in black,
Reflections in stone,
Whispers in somber tones.
