It was 1963 or 4, summer,
and my father was driving our family
from Ft. Hood to North Carolina in our 56 Buick.
We'd been hearing about Klan attacks, and we knew
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it's an excellent poetic expression- Noises that usually woke me from rest afraid of monsters.........//
.........oh so very sad his father is leaving for vietnam......great write..
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i feel the terror as i read, but one thing, nowhere is cool. Good work
In the cold swamps of Vietnam He must have held his son close In a soggy wallet - piece of home A father on the hostile distant shore.... Excellent poem
This is beautiful, frightening, and profound. I love poems like this, personal, telling a story, leaving me wondering. Its lovely. ~Nika
wow i can really feel the moments it's a really nice poem i really liked the way u started your poem
This is a wonderful poem celebrating fatherhood. Most of us will never know the anguish a parent experiences when placing their children in potential danger. Hamer makes the point admireably.