Down dusty trails.. winds force of gales.. rocks build buildings tall.. folks attend work offices.. with tales to recall..
places lived in times before.. places in a plan.. life a rhythm for your song.. lends a dance to man..
off Washington.. North Beach.. San Fransisco set in dreams.. a play where love sunrays bounce around moonbeams..
politician.. issue voters.. examine your fears.. cannot label feelings.. no labels.. none to hear..
see a web stretching far as the eye can see.. closer where each line connects a person known to me.. is it Father of my blood?.. yes! I know him well.. Is it Mother that I love?… cast a kindness spell..
now a party beckoning.. work played in the cause.. now a dream with each one starring.. bowing to applause..
life you wonder life you good.. thank you for this chance.. to play song on my good ax strong..
sing songs of free and dance..
Thought.. ‘walking that wooded path.. the only sound.. water running down a small creek-bed.. birds singing.. some other species moving through the brush on rabbit trails..
my very soul screams a silent question.. ‘How can war ever improve these wonders of life?’.. it cannot.. it never will.. what causes this insanity called war?..
a child knows better.. as living love values peaceful.. sanctity of mind’.. Peace Tony