Faye Sizemore

GLITTER IN THE SUN

The Vietnamese boy
Was playing in the sun,
trying to pass some time
until his day was done

Playing where his ancestors
had waged an old war
Not one went there anymore

The jungle had now hidden
Where once death was bidden

In the old jungle places of battle
Near his foot something that did rattle

Something that is shining in the light
Still after many years so bright

Oblong metal tag on a neck chain
This found, a new toy he does obtain

Picking up his newfound treasure
Toward home his steps do measure

And. in the jungle silent behind
Around an old warplane,
The jungle vines do twine

©Copyright August 2002 by Faye Sizemore

This poem inspired the response, “Homecoming Festival” – ©Copyright July 2002 by Thurman P. Woodfork