Slavery in Haiti

This sounds delicious thank you, Barbara

A woman poet who struggled with her mental health and yet became a great poetess. Hugs, Barbara

Children always touch my heart! Hugs, Barbara

This is a home run and such an important time in American history

I have never supported war but I do support and respect each wounded warrior coming home. Male and female, injured in body and soul. We owe you so much and there is such gratitude for what you sacrificed. I realize you have seen some horrible things and it is very hard to forget. Some of you aren’t even sure who you are now. I hope all war ends but I hope and pray more that you will all heal from the physical, mental, and emotional wounds you have received. You all have given so much and have suffered. There is much that can be done to help you. Each of you. Don’t be afraid to ask for help because we are in your debt. I don’t know how to help but would be willing to so; today I am going to remind our government and we the people, that war doesn’t stop. History shows us that. So helping you will allow us to make your healing easier.

This is for all the unknown soldiers, from all Wars.

Old War Dreams – Walt Whitman

In midnight sleep of many a face of anguish, Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, (of that indescribable look)

Of the dead look on their backs with arms extended, wide

I dream, I dream, I dream

Of scenes of Nature, fields and mountains,

Of skies so beauteous after a storm, and at night the moon so unearthly, bright,

Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the trenches and gather the heaps,

I dream, I dream, I dream

Long have they pass’d faces and trenches and fields,

Where through the carnage I moved with a callous composure, or away from the fallen

Onward I sped at the time — but now of their forms at night,

I dream, I dream, I dream