Thurman P. Woodfork


Standing at the Lincoln Memorial, gazing down the National Mall
One thinks of all the memorials, from WW II to the Vietnam Wall
And the many souls they commemorate, the sacrifices of them all
The boys and girls turned men and women answering Liberty’s call
The living people gathered, in summer’s heat or chilly autumn rain;
Some come to leave a token of love, others come to ease their pain,
Or lift a burden of long held guilt, heavy as if it were truly earned
To acknowledge bonds forged in pain, and truths forever learned
Veteran and civilian alike, they have come here seeking release
Hoping to find among the graven stones a measure of lasting peace.

IWVPA Double Tap Award for War Poetry: June 26, 2004
Awarded: June 26, 2004