by
Sandy Solari
no one was there to cheer.
Everyone hoping time would fade,
and time would make this era disappear.
The Vietnam War quietly was stilled,
the topic would no longer exist.
Cemeteries for our unsung hero's were filled,
Memorials standing tall to hold such a list.
As time elasped our wounds were healed,
or so we Americans thought,
but Desert Storm emerges and unsealed
the shame in ourselves for blaming those who fought.
We hailed no hero's, yet there were many,
Yellow ribbons were still just a dream away
Time could not erase the scrutiny
of a nation divided by a flag burning day.
Parades will continue to come and go,
our flag will be displayed all around.
At last our heros, all aligned in a row,
for our lost patriotism has finally been found.
For those that have bid farewell to friends,
and witnessed a Nation torn apart,
with deep appreciation and love I send,
a special place within my heart...
by
Marci Moseman
copywrite 6~2000
T o see you walking down the street again
A rms moving to the precision of the march
R ight along with the beating of our hearts
S miling with pride from "A Job Well Done"
A nd all along we knew, you tought, "I may
N ever be returning home to you"
D ays and months they passed us by, But we all knew it would be days gone by.
S tanding here in front of us, "IS"
T he worlds very best
R ound the world many times you go
I nnocence has long been gone...You know!
P ride with pain so bitter sweet
E verlasting Love and Defeat
S afely at home we sleep
With all of our love and Pride.....
WELCOME HOME!!!!
