War
Sky so high, sea so low,
Troubles die with a bellow.
Inklings wonder in storms,
Thinking thunders with forms.
Believe and be, lend a friend,
Deceive not me to find the end.
Try again, and be to help,
Sigh when hands make a welt.
If all ends, try once again,
Heft, mall, and bend every ounce of men,
While believing that this will all end.
-Anna 8/14/99