A man stood on the bridge looking at the river.
With sad hollow eyes, his body gave a shiver.

Fireworks reflecting on the water so serene.
White, red, yellow, light blue, and green.

Memories haunting from very long ago,
Remembering war’s horrific light show.

In a plane flying over the Ho Chi Minh Trail.
It was do or die, with never a thought to fail.

Tracer rounds every where were seen.
White, red, yellow, light blue, and green.

G. I. Fly Boy stood on the balcony gazing at the river Mekong.
Watching paper lotus blossom flowers with candles float along.

White, red, yellow, light blue and green.
Twinkling lights every where were seen.

Dreaming tranquil thoughts, of peace and going home.
The festival was soon over, more missions to be flown.

Reality kicked back in at the sound of the bombs, nullifying it all.
He returned safely, unlike 58,000 Brother’s names upon the Wall.

A man stood on the bridge, feeling quite alone.
Placed my hand upon his shoulder and whispered,

 "Soldier, Welcome Home"

Mekong River from Wine, Women and Worries