VOL. IV, NO. 5

December 14, 1962

Eighth and Main

By Paulette Kirishian '63

"I've just been thinking," a soldier wrote,
"And it brought me a quick job of pain,
Of the Christmas decorations
Back home at Eighth and Main.

Gee, how I'd love to see them tonight,"
Continued his nostalgic refrain;
"Those colored lights and evergreens
Strung across Eighth and Main.

The crowds pushing in and out of the stores,
In the snow and the sleet and the rain,
And the ding-a-ling of that old man's bell
At the corner of Eighth and Main.

I'm just a lonely soldier far from home
Off on some distant terrain,
Who doesn't care much for the rockets' flare
As they streak through the dark night's lane;

But with home in my thoughts and love in my heart,
I yearn with a sharp, deep pain
For familiar sights and those Christmas lights
At the corner of Eighth and Main."