IN HONOR OF PATRICK HAYES A USMC DOOR-GUNNER
YOU were the wind.
Under my wing.
We could not think.
Of such a thing.
As a War in Vietnam.
You answered.
When we called.
YOU were the wind.
Under my wing.
May God,
Grant You
Eternal Peace.
We pray.
~ Ricardo
This poem is about:
Me
My country
Our world
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MillRatUSMC aka Ricardo
7 years ago
Patrick Hayes USMC
MillRatUSMC aka Ricardo
7 years ago
Apoem by Door-Gunner Patrick Hayes USMC
DAWN WAS THE BEST
Dawn was the best
Time to launch.
The sky, a brilliant glow
Of red and yellow hues
Blushing The Pearl's
Air beneath us
All the way
To the ground.
The ground:
So beautiful, green
So beautiful, red
The sky:
So vibrant,
So deadly.
Hear the Dog
See the Dog:
Fire breathing from it's mouth
Hear the grunt of opposing gravity:
Deafening, lifting up,
Deafening all the way up
And on the way to wherever we go.
Up, up away from red-clay base,
A thousand feet up
In no time at all
Another and
Another Dog fly upward
To join together
In the sky
Like birds in migration.
A division of Dogs
In the rising sun of dawn:
A most beautiful sight
As we fly along
While Vietnam awakens
From another night
To another dawn.
~ Patrick Hayes USMC
MillRatUSMC aka Ricardo
7 years ago
What Pat does not say in his poem, there was a lot work.
To insure those 'birds' were in condition to fly.
Nor the gut wrecking through-out their time in the air.
Dawn was as cool as it was going to be for anyday.