YEAR TWO and A MOSAIC By Del 'Abe' Jones

YEAR TWO

It's the second Anniversary Of one more War for our Nation Some are still in "Shock and Awe" And there will be no Celebration. More than fifteen hundred Dead And nearly twelve thousand Hurt Fighting battles for the People Of some far-a-way Desert. How many of them died? There’s nobody even knows And how many more years Will it be, that the Blood flows? Some say it’s worth the Cost And some say that it is not It depends on who you ask Or if they paid with all they’ve got. There’s some who pay for us all For they are the ones we send And it’s only Them and Theirs Whose Pain might never end. And whether we agree or don’t It’s a good day for you and me To thank those we put in Harms Way So that others might live Free.

A MOSAIC

A myriad of Raindrops Of different shape and size Falling down to the Earth Casting designs in the Sky. Composed of many colors Of different shade and hue Reflected in such a way They’ll be seen by very few. The perspective must be right Or they won’t be seen at all The angle can’t be too great Will be lost, if it’s too small. For those who try to get closer It will surely move away There’s no way to reach it’s end As some fairy tales may say. If there were a pot of gold It would not be enough to buy One color of that spectrum Of that light across the Sky. A form of Nature’s artwork In a very special gallery Where the eyes of the beholders Will determine what they see. One of a kind and priceless Although it’s free to everyone It’s a water colored portrait Of a mosaic of the Sun.

Copyright ©  Del "Abe" Jones 19-03-2005

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