Ice Cream for Peace


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
in soccer.

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.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: