The Essentials
© June 2008
Dan Johnson
Earth gives up its birth
Losing all senses of worth
Shattered dreams smolder
Winds were once gentle,
Blowing east, west, north and south
Now stagnant, deaths friend.
Fires raged one hot night,
Ashes go where hot winds prevail
Pain, beyond the pale.
Now, a final thought or prayer
Heirs to breathe believe!
Someday ‘tis gone, like a bird,
Without wings or song.
Dan Johnson
June 2008 ©
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Love,
Sage
Smiles,
Myrna
Newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
- Bill
of Mother Nature, I still hold out some hope that the earth
can be salvaged. But first, we've to find a way to stop these
destructive wars. And then... -gene.