tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post2240847503561463908..comments2024-03-01T00:32:17.498-05:00Comments on Read Write Believe: April is Poetry #9Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-89982791106383253272012-04-12T11:47:12.015-04:002012-04-12T11:47:12.015-04:00Thanks for sharing that with us, Sara. That is a t...Thanks for sharing that with us, Sara. That is a thing I'd like to see myself someday. My father and I have talked about going together, but I think he's not ready for it yet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-76814035333547307262012-04-11T13:30:38.436-04:002012-04-11T13:30:38.436-04:00Your haiku moves me as I have been to the Tomb of ...Your haiku moves me as I have been to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier so I understand and have that viusal memory of being there. I love middle line.jonehttp://deowriter.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-90496889709230543382012-04-11T04:23:57.662-04:002012-04-11T04:23:57.662-04:00I have a weird reaction to soldiers in uniform; I ...I have a weird reaction to soldiers in uniform; I want to hug them all (and they will be deeply weirded out by this) because I see them and then, THEY ARE REAL. All of them. Every single one, him, her, him. And then the places which were only names become real. I SO get what you're saying. I so, so, SO get that.<br /><br />And this is when war again becomes untenable for me. <br /><br />So beautiful, Sara.tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.com