Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

Are you going to the fair? I lost my little brother there; I know not how. I know not where He’s gone to be a soldier. In the twisted mirror’s glare Painted ponies stop and stare. Generations watching; they’re All gone as well for soldiers. Time and tide, the fair is there. Ponies ride and soldier’s bear Our burdens. Blessings show we care. Give thanks today to soldiers. And on a completely different note, the virtual ebook fair may be over but the pages are still turning at https://www.facebook.com/events/614229538588751/ , or http://sheiladeethstudies.blogspot.com/2013/05/so-here-i-am-at-fair-again.html. See you there!

Patchwork quilts for memories Scraps and papers torn Bodies patched and built again Lives detached and mourned Patchwork hopes and promises Thanks and dreams reborn.

Faith and death and politics keep silent. Mortal flesh and promises agree Those who serve our country are deserving All our honor, thanks and sympathy.

In days of old, bold knights and peasants fought and fields flowed red. In days anew we duly ought to remember hope and the dead.

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.