Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Learning............................



A piccolo played, then a drum.
Feet began to come - a part
of the music.  Here came a horse,
clippety clop, away.


My mother said, "Don't run -
the army is after someone
other than us.  If you stay
you'll learn our enemy."


Then he came, the speaker.  He stood
in the square.  He told us who
to hate.  I watched my mother's face,
its quiet.  "That's him," she said.


-William Stafford, from Every War Has Two Losers


thanks david

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