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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Home (01/09/06)

TITLE: "HOME" (i)
By Tom Zart
01/10/06


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Home has been a symbol of our culture, our tradition, and what we are as human beings.
Home mirrors our ambitions and dreams as well as our fears and hesitations.
Home seems far away and more beautiful when you are a soldier at war.


LORD I CANíT HELP
BUT WISH ,
I WERE HOME


Iím just a soldier who stands in the rain;
My memories of home are what keep me sane.
Back home is a land of milk and honey,
Ruled by lust and love of money.

But, what can I say, when I serve her true,
For I volunteered to see this war through.
Now, that Iím here, it's hard to believe,
We're just the victims of those who deceive.

As darkness falls on the rice fields of Nam
Scared men with rifles walk the shadows of the calm.
It's thousands of miles to the steps of my church,
With its stained glass, steeples and lost souls who search.

Off in the distance I see an arc light,
Bombs being dropped on children at night.
I've seen that evil they call the "yellow rain,"
And how life withers when it's sprayed by a plane.

All of my buddies have been taken away,
No more touch football will they ever play.
Zipped in their body bags for the long trip home,
Are some of the bravest, I've ever known.

War is a hell, devised by man,
There's death in the sea, the sky and the land.
Lord, I canít help but wish I were home,
Back with my love, whom I hope is alone?


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Christl Boyd01/16/05
I assume that the writer really served in the Vietnam war (I can't imagine that this could come from one who had not been there). I hope that when you returned home, you received the honor you should have gotten. If not, God bless you dear writer. And may God heal every hurt in your heart and may your memories be invaded by the depth of his great love for you.
Sharon Singley01/16/06
very poignant. war is hard to describe, but you did an excellent job.
Leslie Lamb01/18/06
My favorite part is the last line; call me shallow, but it made me laugh! Although I know that it is too often true to life.
Marilyn Schnepp 01/20/06
Politicians start the wars while the loyal and brave military personnel sacrifices and suffers through them! God bless them for their duty to Country...I wish our Nation's leaders were peacemakers instead of warmongers...but meanwhile I pray for our men and women in Service everyday! Bless you for writing this touching poem.