She was raised in Middlediddletown quietly mild.. loved her dog.. morning sun.. with friends her smile was styled.. educated in a school.. public.. middle class.. as gamblers play the players.. she learned from folks she passed..
Name was Hattie could not fail to turn a young mans head.. not one man could say she had lain in their bed.. one eve as the sun was sinking on a summer day.. she heard guitar a melody so sweet.. ‘Lord he can play’..
Melody spoke of bullfight courage song of Spain.. sudden slow to blues song.. of love.. love’s lonely pain.. dream traveled behind each mellow note this fellow strummed.. a dance.. funeral march.. one could almost hear the drum..
Passion touched her as she sipped her tea.. looked to leaf dregs.. dreamed love passion.. breathing hard.. damp between her legs.. on a summer eve they met.. excited and beguiled.. two days time a bond was made.. a blessing.. a love child..
On a spring March evening Hattie felt mother love worth.. a baby boy with eyes that shone of peace came in birth.. brought a message without words.. earth was now his home.. gave answers of peaceful love.. in a silent tome..
Word was heard in her town.. to each living fate.. peace is found in honor.. time is now.. hour is late.. young man turned heads where he went.. becalmed insane or riled.. brought peace to the town-folks.. who looked at ‘Hattie’s Child’..
Leaders, kings, breeders of things.. each knew peace and sought.. equal love.. no remorse.. what is known.. not taught.. when fear threats.. war was a bet.. weapons.. excused wild.. peace was found easy.. in the eyes of ‘Hattie’s Child’
Thought for this day.. ‘I wish I could bottle the wonderful peace and fearless trust in a young creatures eyes.. innocent of fear.. guilt and remorse.. full of love and a need to be loved.. therein I find one road to aesthetic peace’.. Peace Tony