October 15, 1969

Vietnam War Memorial in Washington, DC, a.k.a. “The Wall.” Photo: Craig Fildes, Creative Commons, some rights reserved

Many folks from Potsdam went to DC for the big Vietnam  Moratorium March that day, but those who stayed behind marched here in Potsdam and read the names of the dead from a little stage set up  in front of (old) Snell Hall.

October 15, 1969

We stood in the fallen leaves and read
the names of the war dead from dawn
until dusk, then on through the night.
There seemed to be no end to them.

Now, when the color of afternoon light
is just so and the leaves are gold above and
gold below, when they crunch underfoot
to release that sharp odor of tea,

I remember. 

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