The River

 

 

I’m now in Minnesota where I and my family live,

After 20 years in the army, I gave all I had to give.

It’s nearly 23 years since I left that war,

I really leave it, I’m no longer sure.

 

As I walk with my dogs and startled by a sound,

I quiet my dogs; I kneel close to the ground.

I gaze along the river; calm, so ever mild,

I search the river intently, like a mother for her child.

 

In the past or now the present I sense the enemy close by,

The fastest to react will insure the other to die.

My labs looking at me with trust and love in their eyes,

Then I realize what’s happening, I begin to cry.

 

As we begin our walk home on our acreage of tract,

I know my war is over, but on occasion I still look back.

Like most veterans of combat, I can’t seem to let go,

But like the VA Doctors tell me, the healing will come slow.

 

 

                                                Michael D. Monfrooe      

                                                        Fargo VA               

      14 May 1995

 

   My father died.