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Names carved in the wall.
There’s teddy bears and high school rings,
And old photographs that Mammas bring,
Of Daddies with their young boys, playing ball.
There’s combat boots that he used to wear,
When he was sent over there.
There’s 50,000 names carved in the wall.
There’s cigarettes and there’s cans of beer,
And notes that say I miss you dear;
And children who don’t say anything at all.
There’s purple hearts and packs of gum,
And fatherless daughters and fatherless sons;
And there’s 50,000 names carved in the wall.
They come from all across this land,
In pickup trucks and minivans;
Searching for a boy from long ago.
They scan the wall and find his name,
The teardrops fall like falling rain;
And silently they leave a gift and go.
There’s Stars of David and Rosary Beads,
And Crucifixion figurines,
And flowers of all colors, large and small.
There’s a Boy Scout badge and a merit pin,
Little American Flags waving in the wind;
There’s 50,000 names carved in the wall.
There’s 50,000 names carved in the wall.
Written by Jamie O’Hara.
2 comments:
Hello Peter, I discovered you through Chrisb's blog and I'm glad I did. The poetry you have here is wonderful, very poignant and thoughtful.
Do you write poetry yourself? (I haven't looked all the way through your site so the answer may be further down the entries!)
When we saw The Wall, we were both very touched. We took the time to look for names of family and old friends we'd long lost touch with. We felt lucky, no one we knew.
I must say, as wonderful as the Viet Nam memorial was, I loved the Korean War memorial the best. It's right up there on my list with the Lincoln Memorial.
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