Dreams there was no time for.. dreams that went awry.. dreams fulfilled with me still.. good ’till the day I die..
Learned to detour useless.. where old dreams are piled.. I learn each time I witness.. the wisdom of a child..
Down around a battlefield.. young folks in their teens.. deadly games.. suspicious frames of justice.. ways and means..
General of pretense.. love touched once his head.. he quoted.. ‘love will be our weapon.. surrender hate and dread..
A stir in officers he served with when a go.. into battle.. bridged over.. oil and money flow..
Took young to the playground.. where the tanks and guns.. all bad things of war for less expense became for fun..
What a dream.. jasmine bloom.. girl dances.. whippoorwill.. the child of love and laughter.. lived inside each soldier still..
Walking through the forest gentle.. where true peace is filed.. confusion comes in laughter.. as the wisdom of a child..
Thought.. ‘it was as if he became a child again.. do you remember how full of joy he was?.. as if he was saying.. here is my love.. as the child paths crossed gently.. Peace Tony
(Sculpture.. ‘Childish Pleasure’).. photo Wikipedia