Having been through many wars, Mrs Ozzie just asked me to pen a few poetic words for her on the topic of peace (that follows war):
Ah, peace, how sweet the sound
How sweet the still.
Demons have fled
Gone to steal another peace.
Gone are the days of houses crashing,
Of men all bloodied with bodies smashing.
Demons have fled
Gone to steal another peace.
Ah, peace, how sweet the sight
Of all in brotherhood do I see.
Demons have fled
Gone to steal another peace.
Ozzie (August 2002)