LET THEM IN, PETER

LET THEM IN, PETER

From Chicken Soup for the Veteran's Soul

Let Them in, Peter

Let them in, Peter
They are very tired
Give them couches where the angels sleep
And light those fires

Let them wake whole again
To brand new dawns
Fired with the sun, not wartime’s
Bloody guns

May their peace be deep
Remember where the broken bodies lie
God knows how young they were
To have to die

Give them things they like
Let them make some noise
Give roadhouse bands, not golden harps
To these our boys

And let them love, Peter
’Cause they’ve had no time
They should have trees and bird songs
And hills to climb

The taste of summer in a ripened pear
And girls sweet as meadow wind
With flowing hair

And tell them how they are missed
And say not to fear
It’s gonna be all right
With us down here

John Gorka

[EDITORS’ NOTE: “Let Them in, Peter” was made into a song by John Gorka from a poem found in a hospital in the Philippines during World War II. The nurse who found the poem kept it all these years, and it was her daughter who sent a copy to John.]

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