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Forgotten They move up the river on a patrol river boat. They turn off the engine while drifting afloat. A sound, they hear, so strange. They look up ahead see movement beyond. They hesitate for they are not very fond. For something, may hide, within range. They grab their guns ready to shoot. They try to remember to be very mute. Otherwise, they will, be seen. Again movement was made in their sight. They start to shoot, but wait maybe it might. Life form, could, be a child. The boat is destroyed in their hesitation. They were just there for our sovereign nation. Men, now, Forgotten Souls |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2006-04-05 09:44:15
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.79487
Thomas,
Please forgive me for taking so long to get to this. Between computer melt down and being ill I've had to be away for a bit. I have heard the fella's from Nam speak of such things, no one that I know of has put it into words like this. It is a stark reminder of how devestating war is, how fear resides within all during the events of war, the never knowing what is to be confronted, friend or foe, the uncertainty of life itself just smacks you in the face--you've done a super fine job with your discriptors of emotion, tension, the human quality for an un-'Godly act/time. Let us not forget the souls who were given and not been named. Your presentation of this subject was perfect for what you wanted to say, a hard hitting truth.
Best always,
Lora