Submitted by: Jeffery Hanson

Category: Poetry

A butterfly with wings of gold flits back and forth as he travels bold, without a care he flutters on, He doesn't know if he'll see the dawn.

A young lad wakes at the break of day, eager to be up and on his way, his sights are high, his dreams are set, his fate to be awaits him yet...

a Mother smiles at her bright young lad, who'll soon be a man, just like his dad, she has her dreams of what he'll be, of where he'll go, of what he'll see,

An explosion rocks a jungle trail, delivering death by jungle mail....A soldier's hand is getting cold, A butterfly lands with wings of gold...

They have traveled far from family and home, crossed oceans deep,thru jungles roamed...These brave young men, were warriors bold, Their deeds of glory, have yet to be told....

Some fought by land, and others by sea, some thru the air, all with bravery......They fight this war on foreign soil for human rights and foreign oil...They question not their leaders choice,

They act as a unit, one mind, one voice....They are our countries expendable crop, They charge into battle without second thought...

After the battle, after the fight, the battlefield's not a pretty sight, but peace will return, like days of old and butterflies will flit on wings of gold..........

About the author:

Spent 18 months in Vietnam during 1967-68 Tet offensive....