Monday, February 13, 2012

Dawn From The Car

Ashy red with flecks of grey,
Into the dark sky do stray.
Ghostly trees find a shape,
Losing the good night's drape.

Lights in the village yon,
Still glitter though it's dawn.
On the hill, down the way,
Fleeing dreams float and sway.

On the horizon there is light,
Colours merge, what a sight.
Birds come, specks in the sky,
Out goes the night with a sigh...

A New Religion

Walking is the New religion
No fees and no donation
But you must promise
'n stay away from sugar or cheese

Gear up with tracks and shoes
Learn all the don'ts and dos'
Make sure the shoes do fit
On the culverts do not sit.

If you pray at this altar daily
a new you will sing gaily