Tuesday, January 31, 2017

On their way to the war


On their way to the war, a child stopped them and said,
Please, don’t hurt the flowers.

On their way home, maimed and bloody and torn, the child said,
When I am big, I will plant love wherever I go.

And the war went on, and the child did grow.
Then, one day, he wrote this poem.



2 comments:

Jan said...

He was an intelligent and loving child who grew into an intelligent and caring man đź’®

William Michaelian said...

...said the flower and friend...