Monday, April 29, 2013

The sea





Rolling and crashing.
Upon the sand.
Rolling and crashing.
Upon my hand.
When I am in the water,
I feel as free as a bird.
Flying in the sky.
The salty wind wathing,
Past his powerful wings.
The salty sea, swathing,
Past the wake in the wind.



The Ostrich




The ostrich is a funny bird.
He has so little brain.
All he will do is stand and stare.
If he gets caught in the rain.


Monday, April 22, 2013

Baby Ducks




All the little ducks  go quack, quack, quack.
Each with his feathers like a little brown pack.
Mother duck guides the little things.
When they eat, their beaks make pings.
They are so cute, I would give a hoot.
To pick them up and hug them!

Monday, April 15, 2013

Imaginating creatures

O, the world is full of imagination.
Yes, the world is full of sensation.
Like, the Quild, has 100 toes.
Three eyes and a ring on his nose.
Or the zoop-zoop.
I must say,
For many a day he has splayed.
His limbs to extremities.
He calls it "Limbities".
The whateoop, the dreadful beast,
Has 5 million teeth.
At least.
Or the larm.
Has no end of charm.
She is beautiful,
Wonderful,
But alas, she is blunderful.
I am afraid, these things are not real.
So, let's imaginate them in zeal.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Smile

You don't have to change the world.
You don't have to save the world.
All you have to do is smile.
For a while.
Give a pep talk.
Take a little walk.
Just smile

Sunday, March 24, 2013

The Song.




I can hear it in the setting sun.
I can hear it when the horses run.
I can hear it in the crashing waves.
I can hear it when the lion roars.
I can hear it in the breath of angels.
I can hear it when the cheetah leaps.
I can hear it when the butterfly emerges.
I can hear it when the child sleeps.
Whirling, crashing, booming, slashing.
Singing prolonged,
A beautiful song.
As soft as a breath of air.
So loud it's everywhere.
An aurora borialis, shining bright.
Sparkling stars of the night.
A song of loud, unending power.
A song as beautiful as a flower.
A song that is wonderful, wonderful peace:
"God made us all and he is pleased!"

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Rose in the brush









You.
Are like a rose in the brush.
Don't rush.
A flower in the palm of my hand.
Like a rare beauty.
Like a star in the sand.
Every thing will be fine.
Like the song of a sparrow.
Myriads of love.
For you.
Have peace.
Like the calm seas.