the Concord MagazineMay '98

For Memorial Day:
Tribute to the Vietnam Veterans

@ndre@, a Concord 8th grader, wrote this poem in a very interesting fashion. The first three stanzas she took randomly from lines of songs she heard and from a movie she had recently watched, not knowing what they would mean to her when combined. She wrote the last stanza when she realized what she was trying to say. (Also see our Memorial Day feature Samuel Melvin at Andersonville.)
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No one knows
what life all comes down to
No one wants to accept the truth of life's little woes
They think there is no blame
That life is just a big game
No one wants to come down from their hurtless little clouds

They march off proud
With foolish merriment
But soon they learn
It's not what they heard
Blood flows free as wine
Breathing is odd
Gunshots sound like birds
So frequent the blows
(To the heart and the soul)

Begging for mercy of life
One by one they fall
For others too horrible to see
Few remain sane
They've slipped and fallen
Quickly
From their clouds that
Never really existed

Cut down, torn
They return answer
With understanding
They return from a foreign land
Only to find at home, there is no home
Liberty no longer welcomes them
And now, they know
That no one else knows.



Poem: ©1998 @ndre@. Photo: ©1998 Rich Stevenson.

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brass cannon closeup

This is one of a pair of replica 1804 cannons. The Concord Independant Battery fires them at each of our cemeteries on Memorial Day.



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