Yesterday my working day was interrupted by the need to take one of my beloved Murphlets into town for an appointment.
When this means you get to sit in the sun with a coffee and a notebook while you wait, you really don’t mind the interruption. Managed three poem drafts, a chat with a lovely elderly couple at the next couple, and no feeling of time lost.
The war to end all wars, they say,
That all may live in peace one day.
I fight in hopes it might be true:
We build a better world for you.
The war to end all wars, they said.
So many maimed, so many dead.
A hundred years have come and gone
And yet the wars go on and on.
It makes me weep to count the cost
So little gained, so many lost.
We must remember what’s been done
Until the quest for peace is done.
Sally Murphy, ANZAC Day , 2014