Two Poems
Will We Ever Learn?
Do you ever ponder about war
and its futility?
The young in their prime
march into forbidden lands
only to return scarred
in one form or another.
Others mourned
in their sealed caskets.
Take a moment
to peer into history.
Germany and Japan,
once arch enemies
now close allies
and supplier of our cars.
Viet Nam
the new “in” tourist attraction.
How can this be?
Leaders, and the power-broker
pulling the strings,
sow seeds of hatred and mistrust
convincing the masses
of righteous causes.
But look beyond the propaganda
and supposedly noble causes.
Ultimately, power and money
always serve as the root driving forces.
Woe to anyone
who says,
“There might be another way.”
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Day 1
0500: The chatter begins.
To them, it’s 8 a.m.
For me,
the sun has not yet risen.
Their first full-day
on the Islands
has begun.
In an hour plus
the sun will rise
over Heleakala,
sharing her golden warmth.
Later, the little ones
will bask at Baby Beach
while granddad,
a bit for wear,
will do likewise,
smiling at life’s little gifts.
Comment: Craig, Nicole, and our two granddaughters joined us for 8 days. Sadly, the poem erred in the fact that the beach was windy and cold that day.