Remembering the awful things
Is not so pleasant now
But once upon a beach bum’s dream
The planes dropped bombs on paradise.
The tallies rose with every swoop
And dive, and drop, and crash
And paradise became a battle
But no vikings hailed to celebrate.
We remember days gone by
Where all our hope seemed lost
And see our own lives in this light
And weep to count the cost.
A Soul's Walk 