Peace Should be a Season
by Darcey Anne Farrow
September 11th has come and gone yet again. Until the year 2001, that particular date meant nothing to me. It was just a number on a calendar. Now it is and will always be forever emblazoned in my memory. It upsets me no end that today any one person or group of people can be so entirely cruel and unthinking. Never will I understand why the deaths of so many are a thrill to some very sick and twisted individuals.
In any given competition there are winers and loser -- 1st, 2nd and 3rd place. In a war, there is an underlying competition yet, no doubt about it, NO ONE ever winds and the countless deaths are proof of that. No matter when and where a war has occurred it left ruins and deceased as well as broken empty hearts longing for those who were killed. I truly believe there is no VALID reason for WAR.
A thread of hope
No room for doubt
Anything to grab onto
A want, a true desire
To settle the unrest
That lives throughout the world.
Guns and tanks show themselves
Harsh words have become a reality
That never should have come to be
In my lifetime I have prayed for peace
Sadness remains as I realize
Liberty is not always a freedom
That is enjoyed by many.
Peace is not a concern of the masses
Only a wish made by a few
Peace should be a season all thru the year
We are that infamous coat of many colors
Woven together by the similarities that we share
We should never, however, forget
Our differences that make us unique
Things that make us special in our own way.
The world trade center towers have fallen leaving nothing save an empty space and many horrendous memories. Even as I watched the TV that day I could not believe my eyes. I stared in horrified anger as I saw both towers come down in that very instant. I knew that many valuable lives would be lost and many people would be affected. Our life sach as it is will never be the same. In the words of Mr. John Denver, singer, songwriter, humanitarian, "We should all work toward a goal of ONE WORLD and if PEACE is our vision then let us begin now."
My Mind Wanders, Wondering
by Darcey Anne Farrow
Laying on the soft ground
In my warm sleeping bag
I look up
as the moon rises and the sun sets
I wonder what you are doing
I wonder where you are
Do we have the same thoughts
at this moment in time
or random thoughts of everything
no reason and no rhyme.
Will we ever see each other
Truly being face to face
Or are we destined to miss out
Simply roaming from place to place.
Moonlight, Moonlight shining bright
Please take care of my friends tonight
We all want to see the morning light
and to feel the dew in amongst our toes.
This I ask
as I close my eyes
and snuggle up
for when the cold comes seeping in.
C. 24/10/02 Darcey Anne Farrow
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