For Memorial Day – A poem from Rick Turton.
Note: Rick is usually making everyone laugh. He is awesome that way. But here he makes us think and remember and maybe even cry. Thank you Rick, again, for your moving words.
I’m honored to share a poem from my friend, Northern California writer Richard Turton.
The Eagle Cried
The acrid smell of cordite
Still hovered in the air.
No breeze to wash away
The scent of Satan’s hair.
The Medivac’s are fading now,
Their cabins filled with dead.
So many grisly pictures
Are surging through my head
Another hill’s been taken
The earth all charred and black
We all know what’s coming;
Tomorrow…”Give it back!”
The Eagle cries from barren trees
His tears, he cannot hide.
Where once a proud, young soldier stood
My Warrior Brother, died
The scorched ground that surrounds me;
Am I in Dante’s Hell?
This skirmish now is over
We saw them as they fell.
My Warrior Brother, Donny,
Died that gruesome day.
He took the bullets meant for me
With his final words did say,
“Tell Mom and Sis I loved them!
Please! Don’t let me…
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Vampire Maman 
Beautiful! That’s all I can say…
It’s very special – and very emotional. It touched me in its beauty.