The chisel are old, before my timemade of Sheffield steel, the bestI bought them second-hand many years agoas it turned out a good invest. I didn’t know the craftsman thenI never knew his height of skilland the wood he carved and chipped awaycertain I know I never will. But when I cut and par andContinue reading “Wood Chisels Of Old”
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The View From Here
Looking down along the garden patha smell of fresh cut grass lingers,tagetes line up like toy soldierswatching you brush your hair with tiny fingers. White doves land with fluttering wingsfrequenting the lofty cote in blazing heatI see you walk along the crazy path,I hear the patter of your graceful feet. To our love seat youContinue reading “The View From Here”
The Mirror
The mirror on the wall is old and brownhe bought it from the antiques shop down townhe didn’t know the power it possessedit’s just a gift for his loving wife Bess. It’s rather large she thought, where shall it gothe lounge he thought, study, she told him soover the mantle-piece where the flames danceto giveContinue reading “The Mirror”
The Exodus
Good people leave in hordes their troubled landbehind their homes and life built from the sanda vengeful war is raging, death is rifethe killers have no care for human life. A place that once belonged to family farehusband with wife, child played without a carea gift from God for everyone to dwellevil has turned itContinue reading “The Exodus”
Scorched Earth
Scorpions fly across the sky A deathly sting in their tales how many left to bury the dead? the fire rains down like hail. The scorched earth is missing life a barren land like desert formed survivors in pockets for a while get ready now, this is the norm. We had our choice, saw theContinue reading “Scorched Earth”
Oh Well
Someone told me there is no hell I said there is, They just said, …oh well! They’ve never seen a shanty town and all the faces-mostly frowns nor have they seen the poverty and despair and their tin shacks and vacant glare. The children have no toys or games they don’t go dancing in theContinue reading “Oh Well”
Repentance
The young boy grew up, wanting much moreburning inside was a decadent firehe did what he liked and liked what he didbut it wasn’t enough, wanted much higher. The devil knew this, he offered a dealI’ll fill your desires to exceed your goaltill your heart’s content, fun, take what you wantbut a levy I’ll need,Continue reading “Repentance”
Notre Dame
Leadership
The steely knives are drawn with hastebackstabbing is a moral fateThey fall like flies upon the dungA close colleague, a dear old mate. The numbers are dwindling quite fastthe contest takes a speedy pacea party of a non-unitea learned friend smacked in the face. They talk of things so great and boldhow this country uniteContinue reading “Leadership”
Does It Matter?
Life can be such a dragthey told me I can’t have a fagbad for your health they saidif you don’t stop, you’ll soon be dead. But what of when my lungs do passall of that poisonous belated gasand radiation in the airand testing bombs without a care. And what of all the crops of wheatsprayedContinue reading “Does It Matter?”
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