Why must you chop the trees down? What did they ever do to you? Who do you think provides you with oxygen? Filters the air we wantonly pollute? Are you really in need… Continue reading
Will anyone notice if I am gone? If I return to the quiet place that I call home? I tried my hardest, I really did, But I couldn’t fully unfold, my wings were… Continue reading
In memory of the man responsible for a song that reminds me of my childhood. RIP Mr Ben E King.
A friend sent me this poem when my gran died a few years ago. (Summerland is the pagan equivalent of Heaven.) It’s so beautiful I wanted to share it.
With his thick black hair falling o’er his neck, gleaming blue-black, like jays in the sun, He cleaned out the spurs on his best riding boots; spat and polished the barrel of his… Continue reading