For Our Fathers … a poem on war by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 2 October 2014

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “For Our Fathers,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett
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Image: ‘Into the Jaws of Death” — US Army troops wade ashore on Omaha Beach on the morning of 6 June 1944. photo by Chief Photographer’s Mate Robert F. Sargent, from Wikimedia Commons, public domain

Image: ‘Into the Jaws of Death” — US Army troops wade ashore on Omaha Beach on the morning of 6 June 1944. photo by Chief Photographer’s Mate Robert F. Sargent, from Wikimedia Commons, public domain

Dear Ones,

Here’s a video by me about a poem I wrote for my father; a Summary follows the video. The stately instrumental music at the end of the video is “Prelude No. 13” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0 …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

This is Alice, Dear Ones.

I have another poem for you, that I wrote years ago for my father, who was in World War II, and saw some difficult action on D-Day, on the beach of Normandy.

Years ago, I was driving to work every day, through the Veterans Administration grounds in Los Angeles, because there were so many beautiful trees, and so much green grass there. No stoplights. It was great. So, one day I stopped, while driving to work, and I wrote this poem about the VA Grounds, and the veterans there. It is a poem for my father …

For Our Fathers
a poem by Alice B. Clagett
May 2004

At first light, on the laid-back VA grounds —
a land of not so well clipped lawns,
and blooming jacaranda trees
and blousy buildings, sprouted long before
the first computer cast its eerie glow
upon the shadow that had been our history —
Old men wait for the bus, unmoored
from the stale sameness of the working day, and
all adrift in that sour sea we call ‘retirement’.

These are the once-sung heroes
of the ancient wars,
who fought for freedom on unfriendly shores

and who, returning, found
no peace of mind
in a far too civil union,

who wake, each night,
dreaming atrocities,
dreaming the sloe-eyed death
of their personal dreams
on the altar of our nation.

Now here they sit,
this one nearly blind,
and that one racked by gout,
another, legless,
wielding his wheelchair like a Grand Prix pro

Each offering his friends the sweetest gift —
a cheerful countenance
to brave the gathering storm —
and hoping, in his heart, that he may be
finally on his way home
to a land of perfect freedom.

[Then follow scenes of a Colorado reservoir, along with the stately instrumental music “Prelude No. 13” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0]

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In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

Image: “Barbed Wire and Mountains”, by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Barbed Wire and Mountains”, by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

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Image: “Dam Dike,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Dam Dike,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

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Image: “Reservoir and Gold-and-Rainbow Sunlight,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Reservoir and Gold-and-Rainbow Sunlight,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

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poetry, war, power over, PTSD, poetry by Alice, post-traumatic stress disorder, Chris Zabriskie, World War II, D-Day, Normandy Beach, stories by Alice, stories, war,

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