DEAR EDITOR:
Since we kept my mother till she reached 90, I had plenty of
time to accomplish 1,000 sonnets. This one recalls our 40th
president along with Gorbachev, leader of the Soviet Union, as they
met for a summit in Switzerland. Let it serve as a remembrance as
Ronald Reagan moves toward God.
DEAR EDITOR:
Since we kept my mother till she reached 90, I had plenty of time to accomplish 1,000 sonnets. This one recalls our 40th president along with Gorbachev, leader of the Soviet Union, as they met for a summit in Switzerland. Let it serve as a remembrance as Ronald Reagan moves toward God.
They shake each other’s hand on crisp cold day.
One hopes they’ll look into each other’s eyes
And hear the beating of each other’s heart
While citizens around the world all pray
Both leaders hear the hopeful peoples’ cries
And sit right down to play a decent part
On stage in Switzerland. Let it be start
Of some new trend and not a sham disguise
For casual war of words that bring no end
To weaponry production which all flies
In face of peace. The Moscovite display
Of marching troops and weapons all offend
The freeworld’s sensitivity. Pretend
No more! And rid the earth of war’s dismay!
Betty Jane Sachara, Gilroy
Submitted Tuesday, June 15 to ed****@****ic.com
