Wednesday, July 9, 2008

'Daddy, Why are the people crying?'

I wrote this poem at the Vietnam Memorial Wall in Washington, D.C., on Veteran’s Day ‘89 during my first and most significant visit. I watched many people at the Wall tracing names, touching names, and staring off in reflection. After experiencing the same for myself, I wrote this poem at 3 AM. I pictured my daughter, Kelly, as the child asking the questions.

Daddy, why are there names on the wall?
They are Americans killed during the Vietnam War.
Daddy, why do the people touch the wall?
To touch the wall is to touch the dead.
Daddy, why are the people crying?
The dead are touching them back.

Free photography books

I have the following new photography books (I accidently duplicated my orders) to give to veterans, chronically ill, or financially challenged photographers:

Portrait Photographer's Handbook
David Busch's Nikon D300
Nikon D300 Digital Field Guide
Magic Lantern Guides Nikon D300
San Francisco Architecture
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