By Larry Kendrick, Jr.,
Writing Type: Poem
The big iron bird has come at last
To take me from the rock,
And as the island slips from view,
I quietly watch the clock,
Remembering all the good times
Along with all the bad.
Going “Stateside” should make me happy -
So why am I so sad?
The place where I’m going
Is the place where I call home.
But home is where the heart is,
And surely mine is gone.
So farewell to Okinawa,
May your splendor never die.
I pray that someday I shall return,
If not, my heart will cry.