Carved in the Stone
He searches in stone for someone he once knew
As his little girl looks on through.
The tears in his eyes she does not see
As he looks for a name that had gone overseas,
He was once in the Navy Reserves
And his life he did preserve.
He made several friends but one
Was sent to Vietnam with a gun.
One who crawled through the tunnel
Where he faced the jungle.
One who went into the storm
Where rockets, tanks, and guerillas were the norm.
One who never came home.
Years later he finds the name in the stone
Of someone who never came home.
His daughter plays with her hair.
She could never dream of this nightmare.
They laid at home with a smile
While a loved one slept in the bile.
How could they have known
That he would never come home?
They cracked their jokes.
They played their games.
They casted their votes.
On others, they put their blame
-By Fallon Martin