He draws a black line
with the pastel
my grandson,
And I draw on that
a blue circle.
Then I suggest
You bring this
to an art competition
and let them choose the title.
He added some red birds
to the blank area.
How beautiful
when birds
fly in the sky
and no room
for War planes?
[Our children are living messages we send to a time and place we will never see.]-Unknown
nimal dunuhinga
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-blue-sun-on-the-black-horizon/
