Turtles are dragons
And dragons are squrills.
Life twinkles
Beyond the imagination.
Creating monsters out of air,
And nightmares out of smoke.
Once I could remember
Toy planes and cities
Runways with green
Golden lights,
Johnson grass jungles,
A stately lost land.
War.
Did we forget
The ideas of innocence?
Did the dragons
Create the fear,
The evil?
Did we learn too well
That hate can kill,
And gold can be fake?
Or does the fairytale end;
With cities in ruin,
And planes that blow up?
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/9-11-2001/
