A soft wind curls beside trees
at sundown
when birds scatter color into branches,
and heartache just
goes away.
I hear the sound of war
... so far away
never-ending war.
What is left to me?
A Rebel heart?
A soldier's soul.
A citizen growing old.
An American?
No!
... just an old man who cannot
answer
the living questions.
... and the anger of those who do not believe us
and what we have told.
a soldier's soul?
Perhaps!
but so long ago
By
Lou J. Klaiber
Copyright 2003 Listed
December 3, 2009
Lou served in Vietnam in 3 Corps Vietnam during 1965 - 1966 as a Sergeant E-5.
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