Long Warhouse Poems
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I used to pass an empty house
On my way home from school
I was only ten years old then
I heard that older people lived
There
But I never saw them.
Found old photos
Showed them to Dad
Where’d you get them he asked?
Found them in the old house I said
Then he and mother spoke
In the privacy of their bedroom
I saw the shadows of their arms
Move
And point toward my room
This was the 1950’s
Times were different
And some things
Were just never talked about.
When the old house was torn down
I went inside
To look
And to explore
Kicking an odd piece of dirt
The soft rotted wood moved
And something flipped up
Bones
Some as big as my leg.
But it was the damp smell of decay
That I remembered
Vividly
Even at that time
When anything new
Was always exciting
This was different
I had not experienced anything like this before
But I would years later
Ten years later
A decade to wait.
I was In Country
Two tours
Separated from my group
Never found
Missing in action
But really I’m dead
Been like this for years
All that’s left
Of me
Are bone fragments
Part of a femur
And a scratch of faded cloth
Scattered over a vast green landscape
At the edge of a jungle.
Occasionally I hear digging sounds
Not the heavy shovel kind
But a gentle probing
Of earth
Someone intent on finding something
But not wishing to disturb
They haven’t found me
Yet
So I still wait.
I never got used to the damp smell of decay
But just the same I take solace
In that smell
Because it reminds me of
Long ago
When I was just a schoolboy
Coming home.
The Statue is located on the Court House Lawn, New Castle, Indiana
A bronzed statue of a soldier standing tall with weapon drawn,
Has stood for generations on the Henry County Court House lawn.
'Tis representative of gallant men and the sacrifices they have made,
To defend The Constitution and from that cause they never strayed!
It embodies the national character of men who suffered horrible strife,
Alas, many losing sight and limb, others forfeiting precious life.
They've heard the thunderous roar of cannon and the muskets' rattle
And have seen the mighty clash of steel and the gruesome gore of battle!
It symbolizes the fortitude to press on with undaunted determination
To preserve the precious liberties we enjoy in this magnificent nation!
They fought to ensure that The Grand Old Flag yet remains unfurled,
As a beacon of hope for humankind throughout this troubled world!
It reminds us that old men steer affairs and tend to dream and scheme;
Alas, young men must carry out their follies, forfeiting life supreme.
Courageous men fought at Gettysburg and on alien soil at great expense.
To set peoples free from the yoke of tyranny, they took a noble stance.
It captures the soldiers' fervent pleas to abide by The Golden Rule,
That humankind in brotherhood would strive to be less cruel.
To ensure our precious freedoms, they bore hardships we'll never know;
So much, so very much to each of these brave souls we owe!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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