Peace
Our war there ended long ago,
Though memories linger still
Of bloody battles bitterly fought
Over once-important hills.
The craters have slowly healed
In the red, bomb-blasted earth,
While Agent Orange still remains,
Corrupting and sullying births.
Trams climb the placid slopes
Of brooding Nui Ba Den
But I recall the Viet Cong
Who lurked there, deep within.
There are no Hueys in the skies,
Dragonships have ceased their roars;
No River Rats make perilous trips
Along grim and hostile shores.
Yes, peace has come to Vietnam,
But the years haven't been as kind
To the souls who still go on patrol
Through the jungles in their minds.
© 10/15/2006 Thurman P. Woodfork
Our war there ended long ago,
Though memories linger still
Of bloody battles bitterly fought
Over once-important hills.
The craters have slowly healed
In the red, bomb-blasted earth,
While Agent Orange still remains,
Corrupting and sullying births.
Trams climb the placid slopes
Of brooding Nui Ba Den
But I recall the Viet Cong
Who lurked there, deep within.
There are no Hueys in the skies,
Dragonships have ceased their roars;
No River Rats make perilous trips
Along grim and hostile shores.
Yes, peace has come to Vietnam,
But the years haven't been as kind
To the souls who still go on patrol
Through the jungles in their minds.
© 10/15/2006 Thurman P. Woodfork
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