The Wall

There is a wall that stands in tribute to all who died in Vietnam.

It lurks almost underground.
Hidden in the shadows . . .
Like the Vietcong.

It grabs at your soul and tugs at your heart
As you read the name of army boys and ghetto kids.
As you imagine their faces and feel the pain of their family and friends
Still trying to be strong.

It is a tribute that comes too late for some.
Too late a thank you from a country in which they were shunned.

For others. . .
It is a sign finally reading the words . . .
"Welcome Home."




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This poem is dedicated to all Vietnam and Vietnam Era Veterans.
This Poem is dedicated to PEACE.