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Array ( [sid] => 18332 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Billy Blue Eyes and Second Part [time] => 2003-05-31 20:05:00 [hometext] => This is an old poem of mine. Everyone seems to like it. [bodytext] => Billy Blue Eyes,
where did you go?
Your parents saw you born,
and they also saw you grow.
You were still their pride and joy,
Even though you were no longer
a little boy.
You put away your toy trains and marbles,
and put away your toy cars.
You traded them for a uniform,
and a flag with fifty stars.
You went over to Asis,
to a place called VietNam.
You were just eighteen,
but you wanted to prove you were a man.

Billy Blue Eyes,
it's time to say good-bye.
You were only eighteen,
really too young to die.
You fought along side of your buddies,
as the bombs flew overhead.
The men fell to the ground,
staining it with red.
As you stood by the fallen,
guarding them with your gun.
The bomb fell at your feet,
you never had a chance to run.
As you laid in your flag-draped coffin,
and your mother and father cry.
The chaplin speaks his many words,
and they said their final good-byes. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 365 [topic] => 39 [informant] => rosebud [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )

Billy Blue Eyes and Second Part

Contributed by rosebud on Saturday, 31st May 2003 @ 08:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief

Billy Blue Eyes,
where did you go?
Your parents saw you born,
and they also saw you grow.
You were still their pride and joy,
Even though you were no longer
a little boy.
You put away your toy trains and marbles,
and put away your toy cars.
You traded them for a uniform,
and a flag with fifty stars.
You went over to Asis,
to a place called VietNam.
You were just eighteen,
but you wanted to prove you were a man.

Billy Blue Eyes,
it's time to say good-bye.
You were only eighteen,
really too young to die.
You fought along side of your buddies,
as the bombs flew overhead.
The men fell to the ground,
staining it with red.
As you stood by the fallen,
guarding them with your gun.
The bomb fell at your feet,
you never had a chance to run.
As you laid in your flag-draped coffin,
and your mother and father cry.
The chaplin speaks his many words,
and they said their final good-byes.

Copyright © rosebud ... [ 2003-05-31 20:05:00]
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Re: Billy Blue Eyes and Second Part (User Rating: 1 )
by youngpoet1989 on Saturday, 31st May 2003 @ 08:47:58 PM AEST
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Very sad =(
You write very well, good job!

Re: Billy Blue Eyes and Second Part (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 31st May 2003 @ 09:10:57 PM AEST
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what's a "chaplin" ?
the phrase
"The bomb fell at your feet,
you never had a chance to run."

seems curiously out of context since one has to presume the character would not run away had he known bombs were coming. It is also not clear who "they" in the last line are, nor why he was guarding his already fallen comrades when a bomb fell at his feet...

patriotic and filled with feeling this is. poetry magic it is not. sorry.

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