|In Vietnam, so many died|
in fight to stop the rising tide
of Communist dictator's sway.
Newscasts lauded the Green Beret
and their attempts to save our side.
My brother Joe signed up with pride
and finished boot camp in full stride.
He was ambushed, like jungle prey
When family was notified,
our shaken mother cried and cried.
With grief that words cannot convey,
we met his plane in Santa Fe,
as my brother finished final ride
Notes on the Rondeau form of poetry ▼