Roger's Poems

I

Copyright 2000 by Roger Ables, All Rights Reserved

 

GOOD NIGHT SAIGON

GOOD MORNING SEATTLE 

 

ďYou canít go home againĒ

--- Thomas Wolfe

This is not the spring I knew a year ago

Leaving then and returning now

Both have been uncertain seasons and

Each different but yet very much the same

 

There are two cities a day apart in time

But there is a world and a lifetime between

Iíve come to one in fear and anticipation

I now come to the other in doubt and confusion

 

Saigon, like blood is warm and wet

Seattle, like ice is cold and wet

Good night to death, good night Saigon

Good morning to rejection, good morning Seattle

II

Copyright 2000 by Roger Ables, All Rights Reserved

A SHAU (THE VALLEY)  

The deep dark canopies are hung with dew

And the darkness resounds of voices

From this tangled web of life

Comes the chilling call of death

We have felt the scorpionís sting

Peered into the viperís fangs

Our images have been reflected in the eye of the tiger

And we have met death face to face in the valley