Vietnam War
Submitted by: Nancy Billy
Category: Poetry
Crawling through the forest floor,
looking through the trees
Everything, everywhere,
Trying to kill me.
looking at the enemy
Square in the eye,
Ready to shoot
At the right time.
Ready to escape,
With all my friends,
Ready to go home,
Before the year ends.
Through the bars,
Out the door,
Down to find,
The forest floor.
When I'm done,
With my quest,
I go to the jet,
to find my rest.
On the way home,
The floor rumbles,
So I fall off my bed,
With a tumble.
With a shout,
I wake up,
To the captain,
landing us.
We got off the jet,
With a hurry,
But loud noises scare us,
So we get down, everyone scurries.
When we get home,
The wives sleeping in bed,
We head to sleep,
To rest our heads.
--By Josie Fuller
About the author:
JOSIE FULLER, A 12 YEAR OLD WEST MUSKINGUM STUDENT IN ZANESVILLE, OHIO, WROTE THIS POEM FOR HER GRANDPA WHO FOUGHT IN VIET NAM. SHE WAS SELECTED AS THE BEST POEM FROM HER 5TH GRADE AND ALSO TO RECITE HER POEM IN THE SCHOOLS VETERAN APPRECIATION DAY PROGRAM. SHE HAD A FEW CONVERSATIONS HER GRANDFATHER ABOUT HIS DAYS FIGHTING AND FROM THAT SHE CREATED WHAT I THINK IS A AMAZING TRIBUTE TO HER GRANDFATHER AND TO THOSE WHO FOUGHT BESIDE HIM.