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Thanksgiving On Foreign Soil

THANKSGIVING ON FOREIGN SOIL    thanks

It was November of nineteen seventy
At an orphanage in Vietnam
A group of weary soldiers
Served a dinner so sublime

The orphans were excited
This was a first for them
The soldiers were delighted
Up to now, things had been grim

The smiles on the face of each child
Was a blessing to behold
They were well behaved, not wild
They never received a scold

Now forty nine years have flown by
But I will never forget
My Thanksgiving in Vietnam
It was my very best yet

thanks


30 October 2019
For the contest sponsored by Regina Riddle
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Gauthier Avatar
November 13, 2019 at 7:27 AM
Congrats on your most deserving win, Curtis. Loved your poem. A FAVE for me.
Moorman Avatar
November 13, 2019 at 7:57 AM
Line, how honored that you made this a FAVE. I am always humbled by your responses.
Macfarlane Avatar
November 12, 2019 at 8:25 PM
What a wonderful heart warming story and memory, terrific write. Hugs
Moorman Avatar
November 12, 2019 at 9:13 PM
Cecilia, thanks for stopping by, and for the glowing comment.
Aurora Avatar
November 3, 2019 at 5:45 PM
That is a beautiful story, Curtis. Very personal and heartfelt poem. Deeply touching.
Moorman Avatar
November 3, 2019 at 7:55 PM
Thank you so much, Midnight! I appreciate your comments and your support. Moreover, I appreciate your friendship!
Dietrich Avatar
November 1, 2019 at 8:23 PM
wow, what an awesome memory. i wish I had one so meaningful to share.
Chiri Avatar
November 1, 2019 at 6:05 AM
Amazing write Curtis! I enjoyed it!;)
Chiri Avatar
November 1, 2019 at 4:40 PM
Oh I can imagine!
Moorman Avatar
November 1, 2019 at 7:07 AM
Thank you, Brenda! Glad you enjoyed it. It was a great outlet for those of us who at the beginning were feeling sorry for ourselves because we were away from home and family in a war zone that should never have existed, let alone go on as long as it did. Our 'sorrow' turned to joy mirrored on the faces of those orphans.
Mcguire Avatar
October 30, 2019 at 7:26 PM
Wonderful!
Moorman Avatar
November 3, 2019 at 7:56 PM
Thanks, Timothy, for always being there for me!
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