July 2, 2011 § Leave a comment
The day they served ice cream the war ended,
as through butter pecan and creamy chocolate
sticky fingers laid their weapons down.
It was then that frisbees took to the air
and the intensity of one country against another
As night fell song arose
and the impassioned maneuvering of dance.
Come morning having hugged their comrades
they returned to their families,
officers too with one last salute left for home,
and where had been humvees and mess tents
was again the play of children,
and doves delighting amid sand
in tasty bits of ice cream cone.