In the Face of Death
Entry for the contest: World or War: Viet Nam
Author: Elaine Geroge
Inspired by: the Picture of the soldier’s
carrying their wounded comrade through
the Viet Nam Jungle. In this poem, it is
the soldeir on the left.
I dream of heaven here on earth,
where I walk in meadows green,
in the Blue Ridge Mountains, of Virginia
beside a mountain stream;
where rainbow coloured - wild flowers,
swaye upon a breeze;
and leafy emeralds blossom,
on the limbs of lofty trees.
There in those hills where I was born
‘Heather’ waits for me;
my love, my wife, I see her now
in every breath I breathe.
And I dare not cast my eyes
upon this grim reality;
here in Viet Nam,
where thorns and bards on gnarled trees,
hold me in this hell- hole,
in an endless muddy stream,
filled with blood, and sweat, and tears,
and victories broken dream.
And I dare not free my hands,
to wipe away these tears I cry,
I can not! I must not! for if I do,
my brother dies!
So with every single beat,
of this patriotic heart,
staring in the face of death, I march -
I march through Hell,
And dream of Heaven here on Earth
Author: Elaine George
Written: April 17, 2011
Awarded: 4th place