Dark Rider
Memory rides a thundering steed
whose hooves strike lightning flashes
coming with strong gusts of wind.
Rain streams down,
bathing all with a wet red glow.
Vietnam comes again to light.
Artillery is in the thunder’s boom.
The lightning flash holds enemy fire,
in the rain, the smell of jungle stench
and in the wind, cries of battle again.
What makes a man brave?
A soldier stands because...he is a soldier.
My heart is pounding in my chest.
My ears are filled with the sounds of fear...
...and in my mind are the sounds of feet running...
©Faye Sizemore 5/07/03
Webmaster: Thurman P. Woodfork
View My Guestbook
Sign My Guestbook