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.


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...