Hgarvey Daniel Esquire Poet Rhyme

Sargeant Farhnom

Sargeant!
SIR.
As you were.
We must take hill 43.
Air strike,
First.
Then the worst.
You'll lose half your company.
Cooper, Johnson,
O'Riely, Smith.
Another Mission;
This is OUR fifth.
Charge! said Sarge.
And charge We did.
Into a living HELL.
Death the only smell.
Should Company B forget this place.
There lies O'Riely, without a face.
Coopers' leg still on the hill.
He feels the pain in that leg; still.
The Bravest  one of all.
Sargeant Farhnom, Five foot tall.
Carrying wounded to a safety trench.
Back and forth, through a deadly  stench.
      Dedicated to Sargeant Stephen Farhnom and VietNam Vets.
Inspired By Amy Green's Contest "Choose One, Have Fun" Subject - The Vietnam War

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Laura Breidenthal January 5, 2012 at 7:51 PM Very effectively moving verse here. Loved it. Very inspiring. Always, Laura

Lynette Chachere February 18, 2010 at 11:55 PM Death is only temporary! and your hidden meaning on your poem 'I do not Know?' i wouldn't say you were dark for saying that. i don't think God would say so either. we all have our reasons for the words we chose.I am honored that my words are healing to your heart, Harry. -Always&Forever Lynn

Barbara Gorelick December 7, 2008 at 7:54 PM Another great subject..what a great tribute to Sergeant Farnom.. a touching poem, hard to read. BG