Just before moonshine Three little mice ran, Up the hills they went Six pairs of legs fast, Working tirelessly Towards safe solitary, Away from barn owls And every lurking evil This poem was inspired by A. D.
Looking at the plum tree. Seeing the dark bare, Skeleton like branches, Black against the dreary clouds. Stripped by Winters cold, Of its blanket of leaves. The ashen, dingy clouds. Are dripping raindrops. This fine misty rainfall. Is moved forwards by a, Languid, lethargic breeze, Coming strait from Antarctica. This bitterly cold midwinter day. But! […]
If winter comes can spring be far behind? Without hope, patience is not worth a dime! All that seems wise has already been said A hundred times. Let it stand alone Without the need of a guise. Evaluate it then within the recesses of your own mind. All thoughts need some context to be meaningful […]
Embracing beauty and power Musical melodies of divine excellence Grace and smile composed By the finest artist in brilliance Destiny follows you like God’s will Man often ordained as master of his own work and destiny to receive honour And power! As the divine grace granting new life with a new name and blessings! Like […]