Inside the "LAGOON NITE"

I am a daughter of a defence officer. Born and bought up in an environment of discipline and sacrifice. Small parties were always there on the calender, and as usual we [children] were either left behind at home or either left wid the baby-sitter in the addjoining room to the hall. As a child the party hall was one place where i always wanted to go...... And here is how i felt when i finally went to the party hall 'the LAGOON NITE'..........

Soaking the sun's light,

Walking on the sandy tile;

Behind the tinted glass

Who knows, what lies?

The cold steel doorknob,

Sends chills down your spine

As you open the tinted glass,

You get to know, what lies..

The door opens, a gentlemen passes by,

You step out of the sandy tiles;

And realise, there is a party inside, so

You enter the 'Lagoon Nite'

The blue light,

Washes you 'rite'...

And you are inside,

Having the heaven's delight

The splendid leather sofa,

Invites you inside,

As you sit on the rock....

Near the sea at night

You gaze at the stary high,

But to your right,

A beautiful painting catches,

Your immidiate sight...

The marines... on the wall

Hits your mind......

Your thought makes your heart cry,

As you wonder about the truth of life

The pity of war,

That the soldier die,or:

The dead soldiers that ,

sets the world 'right'?

So you wonder....

Sipping the blue light,

The wall reveals the history,

In front of your eyes

As tides, the time passes by

And you realise,

Its timeto walk out of the

'Lagoon Nite'

As you step out in the sunny lihgt,

You smile, at the soldier's pride

His death, for stranger,who will never know their lies

Leaving behind, the ones who will always cry..