The following 3 short poems were donated to my site by Kim Simmons. Please do not reprint them without her permission.

To My Dad, Sanford L. Simmons
"RIP"


The 120th Aviation Company
"The Deans", Crewchiefs
and all Vietnam Vets.

"Visions of 'Nam"

by
Kim Simmons





He went overseas to fight in a war,
To a land he had never seen before.

He longed for home and the comforts he knew
And awaited the day that his freedom was due.

The horror that happened is too painful to recall,
His eyes fill with tears when he thinks of The Wall.

A massacre took place on these bloody grounds,
You wouldn't belive the horrible sounds.

The guilt he feels is too strong to erase,
He sees a child running for his mother's embrace.

Men were wounded left and right,
By landmines and bombs during the night.

He missed the helicopter by mistake
And in the skies it did partake

An explosion of fire and men were falling,
You could hear their voices calling.

The helicopter had crashed and burned in a minute,
He was so glad that he wasn't in it.

The men fell to their death amongst the trees,
It's the last thing that he ever sees.

He mourns his friends that were on that flight,
And wishes he were with them every night.

'Nam is something he will never forget,
And a lifetime of pain that he will always regret.

The Soldier

by
Kim Simmons

Look at the soldier standing proud,
Touching the wall and reading aloud.

Thousands of names are engraved in stone,
He seems to be distant and alone.

A stern look develops in his brow,
I wonder what he's thinking now.

A single tear streams down his cheek,
What is this soldier trying to seek.

If only someone could ease his pain,
He would have a lot to gain.

The soldier turned to walk away,
What a sight he did portray.

He gave a salute to all around,
And left "THE WALL" without a sound.

Wounded Soldier

by
Kim Simmons

A man comes home from a war,
He's not like he was before.

His mind is shattered and his dreams are gone,
He feels lost and all alone.

His heart is scarred from what he's seen,
His eyes don't have that twinkling gleam.

He lost his friends along the way,
And thinks about them almost every day.

He feels guilty because he is here,
And his friends lives were lost so dear.

Maybe time will heal his broken heart,
And give this soldier a brand new start.

Copyright,Kim Simmons 1999