for Poets For Peace This is my last letter home, just enough time to say goodbye to dad and mom, all my friends, roses in the hedge, the street corner poet selling words, the street corner church selling words, the street walker selling words. This is to be my last letter home, to Tom, Dick, Sally, Fred, Spot and Sue. If I could only be there to see the looks on their faces but I?m going to war and they wouldn't recognize me or my street corner face. My camouflaged face.