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In the Face of Death
Entry for the contest: World or War: Viet Nam Author: Elaine Cecelia Geroge, of Canada 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 ~~~~~~~ Written: April 17, 2011 Awarded: 4th place
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