Poem

 

The Mountains

 

The mountains change colour

As the Sun crosses the sky

The New Moon sits waiting

Like a bright winking eye

To start the night shift

For a world growing dark

'til the Sun rises next morning

To brighten our lives.

Poem

Blueberries

 

Blueberries in my muffins and my pancakes plain

Two of the things that keep me sane

Myers Rum with Cola and Guinness by the pint

Two of the things that keep me tight