Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

Foxes have holes and birds have nests. No atheists in foxholes, said The wise, as if they’d turn them out. All welcome here God said.

He dreams in tongues of fire and death, survival his desire. She dreams in tongues of heaven, love’s revival, Man and wife will dream again.

Under the tree where leaves were dreams on platters freely served he spoke of love then served his land, now lies, like dreams on platters.

Red poppies tell of blood once spilled and grow like wild-sown dreams on fields. I love their petals, love to feel they’re ever growing free.

Thank you for your service friend The phrase repeats, the service never ends. Thank you for your service For the price you paid for me.

I heard it on the news. It doesn’t change. So small I heard a child at war Had tied. Today The news is old again.