Poet's corner
by Nancy Hofmann
Nov 08, 2012 | 1716 views | 0 0 comments | 7 7 recommendations | email to a friend | print


It is Veterans Day, here in California.

As it is all over the United States:

Post offices and banks are closed.

All sizes of children, out of school for the day,

adorn the grassy fields

like pink moist jewels,

shoes and sweaters lying abandoned

while the air is just beginning to chill

with the breath of impending winter.


I sit here in the park on a bench alone

Watching the young tight bodies

turn somersaults on the high bards,

see the skateboarders whiz past

in their fight against gravity,

sailing off into air rich with hope.


This is why, I think almost aloud.

This is why they fought, some died.

For these children who will inherit our world:

those teenaged girls texting rapidly,

thumbs a moving blur,

young mothers talking into blue-tooth ear pieces

while their babies handle

the unwieldiness of training wheels.


They died so that all here might live free lives,

ideas of democracy changing

in ways those father and daughters and brothers

could not have imagined back then.

But they still fought, principle and ideology

twined together, steeped in our tradition of blood.


For us, they fought.

I bow my head to them today.

In thanks for all they who came before have done.



Nancy Hofmann is a Scotts Valley poet who is part of a free writing group that meets in the area once a month. For information, 335-9394.

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