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Poem 12 – Watching

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Watching the people from here on the hill,
what must they think as they stand there so still?
A mother searches for her only son,
a brother, a father, or just anyone.
A soldier is crying as some people stare,
others know they should but they really don’t dare.
The Wall is emotion, respect, and some fear,
people looking and searching for someone they hold dear.
I wish that I wouldn’t but I can’t help but cry,
for all of my friends who didn’t have to die.
Copyright © 1996 by Steve O’Brien, All Rights Reserved

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