NEBRASKA SENIOR POET LAUREATE
Robert B. Robeson

REFLECTIONS FROM THE WALL


Farewell, my comrades entombed upon the Mall,
I'm one with you in reflections from The Wall.
Twin black granite scrolls framed in green,
The world indifferent to what we've seen.

Decades beyond the clash of weapons and wills,
Memories recall the ways that combat kills.
Standing silent 'neath names I have known,
Midst fifty-thousand, I'm not alone.

My friend, John Hill, on panel eleven west,
Who lies here, forever, with all of the rest.
Like Hamlet, a stage heaped with dead,
The play's last act is better unread.

Farewell, my comrades entombed upon the Mall,
I'm one with you in reflections from The Wall.
Like steel to magnets, you tug me home,
Black granite mirrors... won't let me roam.

Robert B. Robeson
Lincoln, Nebraska
ROBERT B. ROBESON, 67, Lincoln, a repeat SPL, retired as lieutenant colonel after 27-1/2 years of military service with U. S. Army. As an aviator, he flew 987 combined medical evacuation missions in South Vietnam and was shot down twice. Is now a professional freelance writer. His sign is Virgo.