Maureen Anne Brigante
FIELDS OF PAIN
In a land of dirt and mud,
blood, guts and rain
There was a place, so far away,
a place called Vietnam.
A place where swamps and leaches ruled,
and bombs and bullets flew.
We, filled with fear, picked up our gear
and prayed it not be you.
We held the hands of loved ones,
and asked them not to cry.
For Freedom Bird would soon be here
to take them to the sky.
©Copyright July 4, 2005 by Maureen Anne Brigante