The Incomplete Cacophony

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Shall Run Again
Words & music by Ed Hooke, July 2011
 © Ed Hooke 2011

Many children around the world play and grow amidst the aftermath of natural or manmade disasters.

I thank Gordana Gajsar of Nova Gorica, Slovenia, and Nojit of Mindanao, the Philippines for their
inspiring childhood tales.

Fresh field breezes flail our hair.
Breathless career down hillsides.
Streams glint in the sunshine,
smiles & gurgles.
Stumble over mountain slopes.
These precious days!
Always stay we eyes open.
If the storm clouds once more visit
we shall run again.

Humble food gratefully eaten.
Wash worn plates.
Sing we, unpolished yet warm chorus,
torchlight dancers.
Sleep we knowing sentries keep
watch through tense night.
Always stay we ears open.
If the soldiers once more visit
we shall run again.