Donahue Field

We name Little League parks
and street-corners after you
(for whom the honour
seems too small a thing)
but few take notice of it:
relatives, friends, the VFW.
Still, I often walk past your plaque
at Donahue Field, Lieutenant,
and I pray for you every time,
killed in action, aged twenty-seven,
half a world away from home
the week of Christmas 1969.



Thomas DeFreitas


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Written on 2017-07-17 at 07:02

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A fine tribute. Poets are always good at seeing the story behind the obvious. And have done that so well here.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
An interesting thought, nicely presented. Nobody remembers these people. Their names end up describing only places. One day, someone is going to ask why there are so many parks, streets, schools named Kennedy.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Great tribute. I will never look at the name Donahue Field, without remembering the young man and his story. Thanks for sharing. Seemingly small details of life take on meaning when we learn about them.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Tom.
Hear in my town, is a our town cematry. In it is two sexans, one lays dead from WW1, another, lay the dead of WW2. in the WW2 sexshan, lay the dead of the RAf, laying beside the dead of the German airforce. I find that thortfull, what was the point of it all?