The bamboo tree is waving at me
The wind is getting worse
It’s swinging side to side
As if it has a curse
And then it stops quite still
The rain comes down at will
And now he’s getting wet
The wind comes back with force
He swings around of course
His branches shudder and shake
I hope that wind will break

The field is full of pheasants
All running around
There’s the runners and
The males and females
Abound in the long dry grass

I try to take a picture
But no, alas, they have class,
They’re hiding in the long dry grass
No pictures to be had
somehow it made me sad

It was a rare old sight
End of the day
Coming night
No gun just a camera
They probably thought I’d shoot

It really was a hoot!

I smell a fragrance
Familiar to me
There’s no one around
Except just for me
It’s quiet
It’s dark
It’s calm
I feel a gentle tickle on my arm
But there’s no one there
I can not see
I think it’s a spirit
Trying to talk to me
Someone gone before
But now just passing by!

Many times the world appear to be,
A horror fiction without reality,
Since ancient times from days of old,
When slaves were bought, exchanged and sold,
Today the world retains its deadly game,
The violence, evil and wars are still the same.

The scent of the purple butterfly bush
and the clean fresh air
The sound of the sea
Does it for me

A walk down the road
Rough may it be
Getting nearer the beach
And nearer the sea

To think once I lived there
Amazing it be
I’m sad that I left there
I’m missing the sea!

It did it for me!