The Rambler (Fort Worth, Tex.), Vol. 43, No. 13, Ed. 1 Wednesday, December 18, 1968 Page: 3 of 10
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Peace On Earth—Goodwill Toward Men
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Christinas means many things to many persons.
But somehow, oh Christmas, when each of us
gather around the tree to open gifts and share
flic day with relatives and friends, we seem to
forget that a war still rages in Vietnam; and
lh< a arc soldiers alone, dirty and "low" in
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I he follou ing is uritten by Arch Wellborn, a
former I \\ ( student, note stationed in Vietnam.
\rch is the son of Mrs. Margaret Wellborn,
secretary to the business manager. 11 is thoughts,
although ■ u ritten several months ago, seem to
re\ect the spirit of many a soldier this time of
by Arch O. Wellborn, Jr.
Sometimes , . .
when you're a long way from home
and it is dusk
it seems that the sun is setting in the wrong: place;
I keep telling myself that it's the same sun
that sank slowly west of my house
and that my friends have been sleeping for hours.
To my west now is only water,
a thousand miles of sea and ocean
a sea that is very still tonight
only slightly rising and falling . . .
falling into sleep
On the eastern horizon
o I see two sparrows . . . "flying low-
in a game of chase
and only a moment later it is too dark
to see them at all.
I look again to the west
just in time to see the sun
softly touch the sea
At that very instant that
it seems to touch the water's edge
the sky is suddenly filled with silver-blue
like static electricity
and a red carpet is rolled out
stopping at my feet.
I am tempted to walk out on that carpet
and follow the sun home
. . . my home.
Butt now the ocean breeze is. stronger
almost as Bif it was meant
to blow the sampans to shore . . .
a kind gesture for tired fishermen
... and I again realize Where I am
' The sea seems to rise and swell now
inching its way up and over
that fiery red ball
... a reluctant sun
And if you stand on the beach
gazing . . . transfixed at this spectacle
it seems, no more than a moment
. . . only a moment . . . for the sea
to swallow the sun
A deep blue sleep has fallen over the sea
and there is a pinkish-purple
owing haze above the water
where a dream is forming
The minutes pass . . . an hour .
. . . my home
For me . . .
thinking about it makes it seem
Suddenly.- I feel very tired
and. turning . . .
I walk away from the sea.
Thinking of a far-away place . . .
Thinking of a day not so far away.
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