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Vietnam War Poetry
by: Jerre D. Divelbiss
GS-09 45CS/SCAA
© Copyright (2001)


DAWN ON THE BATTLEFIELD


Early dawn, the battle was fierce
Smoke is swirling, twirling, damp and gray
Surrounding me, taking me into its arms
Calling, beckoning, whispering softly
It calls to me, drawing me near
Telling me I have nothing to fear
I follow, listening, feeling

Early dawn, the battle finally over
Smoke is swirling, twirling, damp and gray
Calling me, I feel a presence
Reaching out my hand, touching, grasping,
Warmth and comfort fill my very being
And I know without seeing that I have felt love, I felt you
Through the mayhem, smoke and distances you reached me
And guided my thoughts to thee
Love fills my heart, and my soul become calm

Early dawn, the smoke is swirling, twirling, damp and gray
Surrounding us, blocking out the horrors of war
Bringing peace and love to my soul
Bringing me you!

 

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