Poetry by Bonnie Duncan
Red:
Color of roses,
Color of blood.
Dreams of children playing,
Sounds of whistling bombs.
I found peace in my garden,
But on the world stage,
The laughter of the children
Is drowned by adult rage.
I dream of red, red roses,
And long for there to be,
A sacred inner garden
For all the world to see.
Red roses are so peaceful,
Despite their long, fierce thorns.
If we tend the inner garden,
Our world won't be so torn.
Bonnie in Vermont
