By Wayne Fowler Whatsa Name Kimm The picture in the trunk, dusty from the years slipped by Small Vietnamese boy….my heart gives a mournful sigh The yesteryears flash back to a land so far away There lived “Whatsa name Kimm”, he would say Kimm was the soft touch between the rock and the hard place His life like mine was controlled by Almighty’s destiny race Can love go back to the time of hunger, death, destruction, and strife? When a bowl of rice meant for that person the difference in famine or life Born in a land of not plenty, he brought to me the comfort I sought For I needed solace in the land of violence from whence I had fought The nights in the foxhole that he spent endlessly talking to me Were strength in it’s-self that I needed to bear this tragedy For the love of mankind and the solace within, he gave to me these things And in return I gave him the mind expansion he sought of the birds wings Told him of places he would never go and yet let him travel to in his mind Knowing full well of his destiny and what lay in store for a boy of his kind We lived like that till the day finally came to pass…. His very short life over, mine to continually last… Leaving his death and memory there is something I could never do His love and solace…I bring this treasure back with me……to you POEM INDEX