fresh song

a fresh song each morning, from every little bird without warning, a new tweet, that you cannot delete, a new song, a place to belong

live by the pen

many women and men, live by the pen, as their word is heard, even the absurd, as its effect, is not yet known,


to share is to care, to learn is to earn, to rhyme is to discover, a little more from one another,

sadness and madness

a sadness, can lead to madness, struggle and strife, can take or make a life,


spare a thort, for those who taught, what may seem, just a dream, that all the nations, can develop relations,

story untold

The coffee that has gone cold, The story left untold, Blood and screams, And scattered dreams,

dove of peace

cherish the dove of peace, for it grieves, for those who have died, in pain, so that it may fly again,


The druid said, Time for bed, Forget that which in your head, Rise up early, With your hair all curly,

ancient relationships

Where the ocean meets the shore, An ancient relationship, That navigates our land, Like the lines in the hand, Lay pebbles in the sand,

dark lane

Talking as you walk, Down the dark lane, From where you came, The talking breaks the silence, That can divide us, an Integrated Learning Ltd Website
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