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From the Window of a Home Bound Bird

 

 



I remember watching Dorothy
as she closed her eyes and
tapped her slippers together
Repeated those words
"There's no place like home."
The witch of the West
waved her wand and she was there.

I remember the longing in her voice,
mostly because I am on this plane
and for the first time in eight years
I will touch down and breathe the air
full of mountain green.

The faces that I loved and hated
that I cried and laughed with
will greet me back into their world.
Will they see I am no longer
the snot nose brat that left them?
I have seen the world
struggled in the desert
and sweltered in humid jungles.
Learned the pleasures of love
and the depravity of war.

What will they see?
A soldier in his uniform
the brass shinning in the sun.
or a mad man who burned away his youth.

The plane glides to a smooth landing
and taxis to its birth, I feel
the tingle of excitement,
a lightness in my head.
My eyes meet theirs
Soon all questions will be answered.

 

 

 

 

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  • Rhyming From Rehab gold member
    June 20

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    congrats to you on the silver...full of so much reality. Always touching reading about our Soldiers...blessings always~ Trisha~


  • BecomingDawn
    May 17

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    This really touched me. I'm not sure why exactly; perhaps its because I live in a military town and deal with people in the service every day. I so respect those who have served and I believe those of us who have not been in the military really can't fully comprehend it. That said, this poem does an admirable job of pulling back a layer of the onion and what it must feel like to come back to a place you used to be. I especially appreciated the lines "A soldier in his uniform the brass shinning in the sun/or a mad man who burned away his youth". If this is a true story, welcome home to Washington.


  • Auburn Sunrise gold member
    May 14

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    Whoa.... a powerful write that speaks of profound realities. My cousin, 20 years old, just returned from Iraq last September. He volunteered to go there and left home completely confident in his beliefs, his strengths, and in what he was doing.
    He came home a changed young man, after surviving an explosion from a suicide car bomber. He will never be the same outgoing, fun-loving, proud, idealistic guy that I knew my whole life.
    That is the tragedy of war. Old men declare war and send young men (most of whom are too young and foolish) to fight it.
    Sorry. I didn't mean to go off on a rampage.
    This poem just reminded me so much of my cousin, and of all the soldiers I have known who have returned from Iraq.
    Thank you for this. I think it deserved gold!


  • Akarian silver member
    May 13

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    love it! And not just because I too am in the military (Army for me). =)

    Really strong and visual though, and it flows very well. Good job and good luck!

  • Asdzaa Nadleehe silver member
    May 10

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    This is wonderful..
    Such imagery really makes this write a fantastic read...smiles
    Each line really draws the reader in.

    Best wishes with this entry...
    Many blessings
    ~A~

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