In the Trenches

It is hard to have a loved one serving in the forces yet so much about their work could offer comfort:

You, my soldier are in the trenches
Fighting for me and mine.
I cannot have you in my arms
You’re out there fighting for me and mine

My man is away on adventure
Not a foolish one where mice scamper and owls hoot
He is in the trenches
Fighting for me and mine.

My soldier I cannot be selfish
To want you for me and me alone
That is because you have a big heart
Fighting for me and mine

Where I am weak I know you are strong
I feel you in the wind
Executing the command
That knowledge makes me strong
Because you are in the trenches
Fighting for me and mine

When it is painful that you come close
Yet not near enough for my arms to hold
I will be comforted in knowing we share the sun and the moon
And you are going to the trenches
To fight for me and mine.

I may toss and turn
Trying to reach you
But you will come home
Where I will be held in the strength of your arms
You will be back from the trenches
From fighting for me and mine

Your love will rock me
Your presence will enfold me
You will have been back from the trenches
Back from fighting for me and mine.

The Wind

The wind it huffed
The wind it puffed
The grass it bent
The trees it swayed

Day was hot
Throat was parched
What could it be
To lighten plight

The wind it huffed
The wind it puffed
The grass it bent
The trees it swayed

Room was small
Like gaol it was
Head was made light
Feet almost numb

Though wind it huffed
Though wind it puffed
The grass it bent
The trees it swayed

Could we go out
Could we explore
Could we take trail
And see the world

Though wind it huffed
Though wind it puffed
The grass it bent
The trees it swayed

Soon came cloud
Soon came rain
Sun was out
Through silver sheet

The wind it huffed
The wind it puffed
The grass it bent
The trees it swayed

Rain soon died
Land was calm
Dust abated
Day was cooled

The wind it huffed
The wind it puffed
The grass it bent
The trees it swayed

Lace got tied
Trail got beat
Off we went
To see the world

But wind it huffed
And wind it puffed
The grass it bent
The trees it swayed

Not far we went
But still was great
We did explore
And world we saw

But wind it huffed
And wind it puffed
The grass it bent
The trees it swayed

Love

There is a beautiful fruit
Borne on stems of thorn
There is a fortress of joy
Where happiness reigns supreme

The luscious pulp
Could bear a bitter tinge
The fort though magnificent
Holds dungeons of pain

Like the pedaling of a bicycle
Sweetness and bitter taste strive
One up and one down
At times both at par

This rhythm makes
This rhythm breaks
For when sweetness bloats
Fruit could turn to missile

Won’t the pain throb
Won’t the heart tear asunder
Shall I then leave the fruit
Or shall I curse the stone

O this rhythm breaks
But this rhythm makes
For when the prick is sore
Sweetness makes it faint

The pain will fade
The torn heart will mend
I will not leave the fruit
I will not curse the stone

Love is a fortress of joy
A place of happiness
Holding dungeons of pain
Deep pain that stabs the heart

Love is a beautiful fruit
Borne on stems of thorn
The pulp though luscious
Could bear a bitter tinge

Sleep Sweetly My Baby

Rock of my life
Flavour of my heart
Sleep sweetly my Baby.

The sun has gone down
The moon brightly shines
Sleep sweetly my Baby.

Let your eyelids close
Let your breath even out
Sleep sweetly my Baby.

So that your body may rest
So that it may gain strength
Sleep sweetly my Baby.

When the sun rises
When the earth stirs
Sleep sweetly my Baby.

Your beauty will shine
Your smile will light us up
Sleep sweetly my Baby.

I love you my bird
I cherish you my rib
Sleep sweetly my Baby.

To my dear Lorraine.

Roller Blading

It starts with a slow roll
As soft music oozes its tune.

With a swoosh,
gliding and the rhythm synchronize;
The body swaying in appreciation.

I am soon lost in this dreamy world of grace;
A place where poise and elegance meet.

The soft beat quickens,
Increasing speed with new pulse,
As wheels ‘eat’ concrete in earnest.

Leaning round the bend,
Faith keeps me on course
And music adds to joy.

The thrill of this experience reminds me that life is full of possibilities,
Each of which is laced with risk.

Some options can be taken now,
Others need a little more learning;
But every effort is worth something.

The music softens
And wheels slow.

Sweat trickles down
As I take a seat.

That’s another beautiful evening gone.

Mishap

I get to class and the boys are lively.

A little strange because this particular lot isn’t much at class participation – typical of senior class students.

When I finally get home and about to remove my shoes, my jaws drop…

…how did this happen?

How do I face the jolly lads tomorrow?

The horror of it makes me laugh.

The shoes I wore don’t match.

Mishap

I get to class and the boys are lively.

A little strange because this particular lot isn’t much at class participation – typical of senior class students.

When I finally get home and about to remove my shoes, my jaws drop…

…how did this happen?

How do I face the jolly lads tomorrow?

The horror of it makes me laugh.

The shoes I wore don’t match.

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