In woods good to me.. path feels warm and right.. way it is.. not the weather.. sounds or dark of night.. came upon two young folk.. different yet the same.. shared a country.. shared a species.. most of all a name..
One looked not to the other.. same mirrored from him.. something ’bout survival.. honor.. when your lights must dim.. questions of the tombstone.. old as life itself.. reason to leave never found on another’s shelf..
One spoke loud as if a soapbox and a crowd on hand.. listened threw his words of peace.. peace upon the land.. other spoke with discipline.. found in social rows.. kind who does a bidding.. in places no soul goes..
To the games for those of plenty.. been a thousand years.. those who disrespect life.. manipulate fears.. never die without knowing.. yourself when you come.. would not breathe another’s air.. or chew another’s gum..
In these woods are flowers.. all around this life.. never an excuse heard.. true love of mate and wife.. loud noises.. death no reason.. not welcome this day.. live with flowers.. birdsong peace.. throw the gun away.. 🙂
Thought.. ‘It may be tomorrow.. it may be long years.. we will love in plenty.. smile through our tears’.. Peace Tony
(I had a wonderful day with mom on Mother’s Day.. I hope there are many whose life allows such a time).