SoldierA Poem by Mari' EmeraudeMy tribute to the Vietnam vetsAs I laced up my tennis shoes I hurried to meet up with you and ran to find you getting off the bus, And when I saw you standing there in uniform so debonair I was hoping everyone would notice us. As you picked up your duffel bag we walked, and you took off your cap and put it on my forehead just for fun, And as my curiosity began to get the best of me I asked you if you’d ever shot a gun. My mother said that you’d been gone you’d gone to fight in Vietnam I couldn’t have been no more than nine or ten, With pride I walked right next to you And wondered if you felt it too Or would you feel ANYTHING again? © 2018 Mari' EmeraudeFeatured Review
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AuthorMari' EmeraudeDenver, COAboutI am a writer, journalist, and poet from Denver, Co who remarks on my fulfilling life in rich, poetic (and sometimes humorous) ways. more..Writing
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