Lone Wolf
I'm an author and artist living in Nova Scotia. I write to stay positive. I believe that being positive is about the most powerful thing one can do.Always remember to smile...it costs nothing.
Monday, 22 April 2024
THE DREAM SERIES
Saturday, 30 October 2021
THE VALLEY
POEM FROM THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT RHYMER
Wild flowers grow in the tall waving grass
Nature
at its finest. Featuring the colours
Of
the rainbow in a crown of splendour
Intermingling
with the choir of birds
All
under a clear blue sky of
Such
brightness and brilliance
As
to blind one’s eyes with
Beauty,
and alert the mind
Where
hazy mounds surround
And
protect, and meandering streams
Wind
hither and thither feeding the
Land
with moisture, replenishing life
Grazing
cattle and horses enjoy
The
abundance, while a passing deer
Intermingles
for a short while
And
no one minds the company
Jagged
rocks line the streams
And
birds of that nature take
The
opportunity to build nests
Where
safety is mostly guaranteed
All
is peaceful under a rising sun, a new
Day
has begun. The bees, busy as usual
The
butterflies happy to be alive. The richness
Of
the land, only some will understand
Friday, 29 October 2021
Saturday, 13 May 2017
TRAIN TRACK BLUES
TRAIN TRACK BLUES
They’re ripping up the train tracks
A sad sight to see
The time has come, they say
And many do agree
But some people are upset for sure
They’re trying to resist
Marching, chanting
Hoping the train can still exist
We don’t need those nasty trains
We’ve got big trucks
And modern highways
The train has had its day
Reporters gather,
Watching the show
Writing frantically
About what they know
The photographers are busy
Snapping photos of the mess
Some people watch what’s going on
While others are quite invested
I saw a girl quite upset
She stood beside the tracks
A policeman ventured over
And nudged her to go back
She looked at him but didn’t move
With resistance on her face
He walked away when someone else
Became a better prey
The train rode to the station
For the very last time
The people gathered round
They formed a long, sad line
A commotion started at the front
I walked with others to observe
The same policeman bent over
The same defiant girl
But this time he couldn’t move her
She lay there on her back
He called for backup because she had
Chained herself to the track
Before long they removed her
And the crowd dispersed that day
The last train to the station
A ghost of yesterday