WITH THANKS

Hear the music
Hear the laughter
Hear the singing
Hear the banter.

Hear the baby
Crying in it’s crib
Hear the young ones
Giving lip.

Hear the old ones
Singing songs
Written years ago
When they Where young

Fighting wars
In foreign lands
Sounds back then
Where oh so strange

Bullets, bombs
                    Grenades exploding
Tossed by once
A loving hand.

It’s thanks
To them
We live with
Happier sounds.