Where once your smiling
faces chased the sun
Where are your fields now
OH weary ones of war?
Your apron's nourishing
seed feeding your nation
and the world
Now artillery and smoke
have hidden your smiles
The golden vials are
broken
But deep down below
the hardened soil
their seeds are hidden
Tears will sprinkle
the meadows brining
happy faces again π»
Hope is the thing I
hoped for most
of which I could
not see
Like a bird perched
upon a tree
Just when I thought
I had it it hopped
away from me
And then I heard
a song and
supposed I caught
a tune
When the wind
snatched a
flower hiding from
the sun
For HOPE I must
wait again till it
knocks upon my doorπ!
“GOOD company in a journey makes the way seem shorter!” Quote by Izaak Walton 1593 – 1683
Midst a hot August day And evening shadows One yellow butterfly Floats among purple scented flowers If I could catch her I would explain – ‘I know your journey has |
been lonely and your companions few
I wish for you a fellow traveler
that wherever you wander your journey is cut in two!’