Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge
where the theme this week is “peace”.
This is where the prompts took me.

They sit in quiet wonder, small hands still,
Watching war and wing divide the sky
Jets carve the storm, while white doves rise until
The word between them asks the question: Why?
Their crayons wait beside untouched, clean pages,
Their eyes hold questions older than their years
They’ve inherited the weight of wounded ages,
Yet something in them rises, still, past fears.
For peace is not a picture on a screen,
It lives inside the ones who dare to ask
These children are the space that falls between
The thunder and the light, the wound and salve.

NAR©2026
This is “Teach Your Children” by CSN&Y
Everything on the elephant’s trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thank you for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

Nance you touch on something so profound with your poem 🩷
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A brilliantly important poem, just like “the song” was so brilliantly important fifty years ago my friend …
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