Princess of internet excellent P requested that in exchange for her recent donation to the Nina is orphaned, disinherited and chronically under clouds of bad fortune fund that I write a haiku for the children of Afghanistan. I embraced this challenge with vigor, but found myself struggling with syllable related difficulties. So I composed three.
Afghan children of God
Mittens I would make
Bright colors for you
Smalls of war torn land
Hot sun and terrible noise
Still - be not afraid
cheese - do your people make it?
Afghan kids - try it.
In comments, compose a haiku, or tell me which one of my poor attempts pleases* you most.
*Appreciating Lisa and Ingrid and a few other people, initial KP and LW. Do you folks have blogs? If you do, clue me in.