eliz77
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Posted: Mar. 13 2004,13:11 |
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In Middle TN we are developing flyers and information formats to help churches, women's groups, and peace groups to organize within their areas and memberships to bring back the idea of mothers' day as a day of peace. Some folks are going to have family organized circles with children to read peace stories and talk about what it means to be peaceful. Some folks will have services in their churches on that Sunday, and there are other ideas that we are brainstorming with. I am putting together a flyer with ideas and on the front a picture of a woman carrying a baby and roses. It is from a collection of poems and art that I published last year, "Earth Apples" and will have inside a poem I wrote and read at a special event we held last year as a Code Pink event the Saturday before Mothers' Day. On the back is a poem written by a child that was read at the Poets for Peace in NYC last year. Inside will be announcements of all the events we learn about and suggestions for how to organize events.
I will include the 2 poems here and if you are interested in the flyer, I will send a pdf of it to anyone who wants it. I was hoping to see more women active on this board. I hope we can raise the women of the day.
"Women Of The Day Arise"
Yeah, you can buy me roses for Mothers' Day. But first, get me justice.
Take me out to dinner at a fancy feast. But first, feed the hungry.
Sisters and brothers, dont't let them therow our sons and daughters on Mammon's fiery iron altar of war. Granny says we need "Smart babies, not smart bombs."
So, yeah, get me PINK roses for Mothers' Day. But first, get me peace.
Copyright 2003 Elizabeth Barger May be used with cites
This poem is one of the most important written in this decade. It is by an annonymous child [4th grader] who read it February 2003 at the Poets for Peace in NYC.
If you are lucky in this life, a window will appear on a battle field between two armies. When the soldiers look into the window, they don't see their enemies, they see themselves as children, and they stop fighting and go home and go to sleep. When they wake up the land is well again.
Let's get in cahoots and spread the word. love,Eliz
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