This is a short poem I wrote imitating the poem structure similar to Walt Whitman. Using parallelism, free-verse components, and adding personal touches, I created a poem to express feelings shared throughout the country during the Vietnam war. I understand not everyone shared these views and I'm not stating this was a meaningless war. Men and women lost their lives. For what cost? I'm not sure. I highly respect the men and women who lost their lives for this country, but we must remember the victims of one if the most unorganized conflicts we have ever been involved with. The Vietnamese civilians and so on. The cover picture is not mine. Just found on the internet. I hope you enjoy.

A Christmas story of yester years. How I remember it.

The draw. The pulling along as we seek what is drawing us. There's a whisper on the wind that can be heard faintly, like a soft breeze blowing across the fields of hay. The love of a Father waits for your heart to draw near to him. He draws you. He pulls you like a kite on a string, gently he pulls you in his direction, in order to catch the currents of his love. He draws you closer.. he calls you. He whispers your name.