My Return from Nam

by

Philip Red Eagle

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When I came home,
When I came home,
It was like
	falling from the sky.
One night,
	just falling from the sky.
One night
	I fell to earth again
	right into mom & dad's
	front yard.
	I fell to earth again
	right onto mom & dad's
	nicely trimmed yard
And,
	I did not spill a drop.
When I came home,
When I came home,
It was like
	falling from dark sky
One night,
	just falling out of the dark
One night,
	I fell from the darkness
	right into mom & dad's
	front yard
	I fell from the darkness
	right onto mom & dad's
	nicely trimmed yard.
And,
	I did not spill a drop
One night, when I came home,
One night, when I came home,
It was like,
	I fell from the sky.
Falling,
	from the sky.
Just falling,
	from dark skies
	right into mom & dad's
	home sweet home.
	from dark skies
	right into mom & dad's
	nicely arranged home.
And,
	I did not spill a drop.
One night, when I came home,
One night, when I came home,
It was like,
	a stranger fell from the sky
One night,
	someone strange fell from the sky.
One night,
	a stranger fell
	right into mom & dad's
	front yard.
	someone strange fell
	right into mom & dad's
	nicely trimmed yard.
And,
	He did not spill a drop.
One day, when a stranger came home,
One day, when a stranger came home,
It was like,
	he fell from the sky.
One day,
	this guy landed
	right in mom & dad's
	American Dream
	this guy landed
	right on mom & dad's
	American Pie.
And,
	he did not spill a drop.
Once, when someone who looked like me, came home,
Once, when someone who looked like me, came home,
It was like,
	he fell from the sky.
Once,
	This guy came home from Vietnam
	and had forgotten
	who he was.
Once,
	this guy fell out of the darkened sky
	full of anger, fear
	and hate.
Once,
	this guy drank of the cup of WAR.
And,
	he did not spill a drop.
One day, many years after a stranger came home,
One day, many years after a stranger came home,
He stood up
	and looked into his heart.
He stood up
	and tried to raise the sky.
Many years after he came home
	he raised the sky
	and drank of the cup of healing
	and forgiveness
And,
	he did not spill a drop.

Tacoma, 1995

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© 1998 Philip Red Eagle

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