Islands In The Sky
It was misty and white that Christmas morning,
As we started our climb through the forest,
The dripping green moss scented pines pervading,
Our deepest senses as we walked.
An Ode To Our Dog
You big and lumbering hairy mate,
What is left that you haven’t chewed?
After wolfing whatever is placed on your plate,
And then you are grovelling for food.
How I Feel
Life is about joy and passion,
Not about misery and gloom,
We lose many friends along the way,
So let’s celebrate the people we have known.
The pale winter sun cast reflections from the wet winter grass,
When we walked down the slope past the brown runny bog,
Reflecting on the cries of men and knights running past,
Some falling wounded and dying in their desperate upward slog,
A Beautiful World
Dedicated to Ahmad Shiddiqi
Lines of energy pulse gently through the earth,
Golden rays of dawn lightly brush the ground,
The beat in my chest catches in my throat,
The unfairness assaults me, my mind‘s in a moat,
I want to smash something, to show how you are so wrong,
The moment is destroyed I want to go I don’t belong,