Robert G. Kimberlin Jr.

Madison, Kansas, USA

Robert works as a self employed oil field contractor, member of the Methodist Church and V.F.M. Post #1980.Married 34 years to his wife Claire, they have two children Tanya and Nikole. Robert and his wife Love Nature and share hobbies of gardening, and bird watching.Robert writes in Harmony: For Those who give all they had to give; and to those who give till it hurt and it still hurts.Robert says; "My Poetry gives me a healing realease, and I hope it can help others".


The Chlon Perimeter

Opening an old leter fom Vietnam, a picture I found,
Three young soldiers, frozen in time.
Two will remain forever young in the bossom of Crist.
The third in my mirror I see, Old soon to be.
Remembrance in dreams some 27 years old,
Vivid still yet in blood reds and emerald green.
A beautiful tropical Paradise
Turned into a living and a dying Hell
Orphaned children delivered unto the Nuns of Saigon
Received in open arms full of grace.
With the sky ablaze, a beautiful Asian sunset
Marks the days end.
Kneeled at the conquered waterhole
Three young soldiers.
One is washing, one is drinking
and one is praying.
For surely there is no greater thirst of God or of water
Than the thirst of an Infantry Soldier.

Children Of The Vietnam Wall

The Vietnam wall I pondered to see
So by the dark of Night I did go.
For mine enemy to see not
Me naked, with tear on cheek
Yet when I touched, and saw the Names
All was gained, and nothing lost
So now I care not, if to be seen
Naked with tear on cheek
For I had found the two young Soldiers
Whom at battles height
Delivered orphaned Children unto,
The Nuns Of Saigon
Through my tears, above the wall
An Angelic Glow I saw
The Nuns of Saigon in a schroud of Glory
Looking after American Children of war
Mother of Mercy remember my fallen friends
And God save the children.

All poems Copyright © 1997 Robert G. Kimberlin Jr.. All rights reserved.