Shoreline

Shoreline Relaxing in the sun warmed veranda, Admiring the grass, growing moment by steady moment, Abruptly, a chop and a thud sneak round the corner. Pause. A chop and a thud. Longer pause. Another chop followed by another thud. My breathing slows, eye-brow raised, waiting, Waiting, expectantly, for the next chop, Will there be aContinue reading “Shoreline”

Enchanted Forest

Enchanted Forest I danced through the forest at fall of night, By guardian mountains and faithful streams, To where an old lady sat, in ramshackle cabin porch, Her hands are deeply grained with living cares, Her face is old, her eyes are wise, She smiled, we sat, she read my heart, She looked about us,Continue reading “Enchanted Forest”

They Lived and Loved

They Lived and Loved They lived and loved, Their childhood friends and summer days, While all about them daisies sang a sweet serenade, Their dream is life, their living a dream. They lived and loved, Their feet falling, fumbling, caressing rugged Earth, Sinewed muscles, developing their strength, skill and speed, Celebrating winning joy, pained inContinue reading “They Lived and Loved”

Sea Anchor

Sea Anchor Sea anchor, hold us safe in passing, Stormy seas. Protect us from raging, Tidal torrents, bone breaking waves. Sea anchor, saviour of souls, bless our, Fragile bodies, racked with fearful, Doubts. Clothed in restless desires. Sea anchor, protect us from gnawing, Obsessions, tapestries of daily, Duties, eating our aliveness. Sea anchor, release usContinue reading “Sea Anchor”

Ancestral Voices

Ancestral Voices This living tradition, Contains no mystery, No secrets, nothing hidden, All is as it is. As we dance in morning mist, Songs of our ancestors weave, Our sacred unfolding path, Breath of life, living gods. For our poor limited minds, Dreams challenge and remind us, To tread with care, To live with respect.Continue reading “Ancestral Voices”

There Is A Story

There is a Story There is a story, A story of our life-time lived. There is a story, A story of our family’s struggles. There is a story, A story of our rich tribal roots. There is a story, A story of our ancestors’ rights of passage. There is a story, That pre-dates our timeContinue reading “There Is A Story”

The Merging

The Merging The key slips into lock and turn, Gate latch, twisted, smooth, rusted edge, Walk out, join life’s sultry urban churn. New soft shoes shuffle on pedals, Drive out, join life’s urban jobbers, The key slips into lock and turn. Run, catch the seven thirty train, Drift into mesmerising thoughts, Walk out, join life’sContinue reading “The Merging”