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My Teacher, My Hero
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My Teacher, My Hero

Poem By Geneen Meyers

Cookies for George,
40 years back from Viet Nam,
are the only payment
the man will accept
to mow your lawn,
rake your leaves,
shovel your snow.

He sleeps behind
his brother's house
above the garage.
Every two weeks
he shaves and bathes.
His brother takes him
to the Veterans Hospital.

George has cancer again
40 years after Agent Orange.
But he'll mow your lawn,
rake your leaves
and shovel your snow
for nothing less than
cookies for George.

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Comments (5)

It is really poignant and emotional expression of a wretched situation in which a Vietnam war veteran finds himself now. Very thought provoking poem. Thanks.
A man who was not forced into military service, he has done so out of love and duty to the country. Nevertheless, he got nothing in return.
Stand up kinda guys sent off to that useless Vietnam war and had their lives ruined and now society just forgets about them.
I love this. I've known a couple of guys like this; served my time with them.
Now I am old and evasive....so kiss my country bumpkin.