Back in elementary school probably around 5th or 6th grade I wrote about Vietnam. I remember the substance of the story/poem but can only remember these specific words. It was about the true love of a girl whose boyfriend or husband was killed in Vietnam. I think from what I remember it had something to do with a girl running up a hill and opening a gate and then falling down and seeing the harp with the inscription. I had a wild imagination then and still do. I just need to write it all down.
A friend or one I thought was a friend back in elementary school asked if she could borrow my stories/poems ( I had many) so she could copy them and would give them back. Unfortunately, they are lost forever because she refused to give them back to me. Maybe that is why I like to publish things online now because they will hopefully always be there! Hope you enjoy reading. I'm thinking about using this part I remember and writing an online story. Check back for more.
There was a harp pure of gold
A foreign made kind
It said Vietnam