I did this in the 90’s as we saw a Nation Starve,,
To day has been a funny old day, busy doing nothing I guess. I was routing through some things and came across an old sketch book of mine and the pastel drawing above is one I did. I didn’t date it. But i can distinctly remember doing it. As Band Aid was on the TV and we were all donating money to make a difference to the world especially those in Africa. The day was full of stories of survival and death, as Bob Geldolph went to see for himself their plight.
Here is the poem I wrote at that time. called Large Brown Eyes…
LARGE BROWN EYES.
Large brown eyes that stare straight ahead
No clothing or possessions not even a bed.
March ever onward to the next reservation.
Searching for food, trying to stop their starvation.
Large brown eyes that have done no harm.
A bittersweet land so difficult to farm.
Crops that fail for the lack of rain.
How does anyone survive in this terrain?
Large brown eyes that have lost their shine.
Children that are fed on a sugary brine.
Who will help them solve their plight?
It’s not only the climate, but also tribesmen they fight.
Large brown eyes so full of despair
Will any one help them, does anyone care.
Half of the world that has so much to give
Yet they need so little to enable them to live.
Large brown eyes that have shed there last tear
To a land of plenty gone, with no fear.
A never-ending circle comes around to repeat.
That it ever should happen is beyond belief.
Large brown eyes that survive another season
Enduring so much from mans lack of reason.
Calling all nations with mountains of wealth
Bring forth the grain and knowledge of self-help.
Plant the seed of hope, bring forth the grain
Large brown eyes one day will smile again.
By Dreamwalker.
Dreamwalker's Sanctuary 
Dec 06, 2007 @ 04:34:42
A Politically Correct Christmas PoemTwas the night before Christmas and Santa\’s a wreck…How to live in a world that\’s politically correct?His workers no longer would answer to "Elves","Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.And labor conditions at the North Pole,were alleged by the union, to stifle the soul.Four reindeer had vanished without much propriety,released to the wilds, by the Humane Society.And equal employment had made it quite clear,that Santa had better not use just reindeer.So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid, were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!The runners had been removed from his beautiful sleigh, because the ruts were deemed dangerous by the EPA,And millions of people were calling the Cops, when they heard sled noises upon their roof tops.Second-hand smoke from his pipe, had his workers quite frightened, and his fur trimmed red suit was called "unenlightened".To show you the strangeness of today\’s ebbs and flows,Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose. He went to Geraldo, in front of the Nation,demanding millions in over-due workers compensation.So…half of the reindeer were gone, and his wife who suddenly said she\’d had enough of this life,joined a self help group, packed and left in a whiz, demanding from now on that her title was Ms.And as for gifts…why, he\’d never had the notionthat making a choice could cause such commotion.Nothing of leather, nothing of fur…Which meant nothing for him or nothing for her.Nothing to aim, Nothing to shoot,Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.Nothing for just girls and nothing for just boys.Nothing that claimed to be gender specific, Nothing that\’s warlike or non-pacifistic.No candy or sweets…they were bad for the tooth.Nothing that seemed to embellish upon the truth.And fairy tales…while not yet forbidden,were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden,for they raised the hackles of those psychological,who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.No baseball, no football…someone might get hurt,besides – playing sports exposed kids to dirt.Dolls were said to be sexist and should be passe.and Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.So Santa just stood there, disheveled and perplexed,he just couldn\’t figure out what to do next?He tried to be merry he tried to be gay,but you must have to be careful with that word todayHis sack was quite empty, it was flat on the ground,nothing fully acceptable was anywhere to be found.Something special was needed, a gift that he might,give to us all, without angering the left or the right.A gift that would satisfy – with no indecision,each group of people in every religion.Every race, every hue,everyone, everywhere…even you!So here is that gift, it\’s price beyond worth…"MAY YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES, ENJOY PEACE ON EARTH"
LOVE ~R~
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Dec 06, 2007 @ 05:17:58
This is beautifully told and I love the drawing. Keep up the good work. Love Nessa
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Dec 06, 2007 @ 05:58:39
Hi Dreamwalker,
It\’s late I know but want to say how much I enjoyed your poem, really touched me, thank you hugs Lynn xxx
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Dec 07, 2007 @ 19:42:35
large brown eyes…so beautifully written, the importance here is the message, i know theres a new film out, premiered in New York a short while back, about such things as your poem, its touching, i hear the audience left silenced and stunned, i too am silenced by such well crafted and gifted poetry, thank you for sharing, who ever you are` dreamwalker. may the spirit of peace become your essense in this life and the next ..laz xx
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Sep 15, 2015 @ 11:43:09
Powerful~ from God’s lips to yours.
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Sep 15, 2015 @ 11:52:24
Bless you and thank you Genie… ❤ ❤
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