Old Gold Veterans Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Old Gold Veterans
Build a new ship in the shipyard of Mankind
That never sinks in the Seven Seas
And sail the ship with all the Veterans in an auspicious time
That heads to the land of Hermits
Where there are no any wars at all.
* Almost Heaven!
Life is older there
Older than the trees
Younger than the Mountains
Growing like a breeze.
-John.Denver-
Lovely sentiments expressed in this nostalgic. piece. Warm regards, Sandra
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5/8/2024 1:38:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sadly, the Veteran members of your Utopian 'Noah's Ark' are too old to breed. Otherwise this solution to mankind's war-mongering would be perfect. Wonderful imaginative piece. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥