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Yes, it's cheesy. Yes it has poor, forced rhymes. But read them anyways, and tell me what you think. Unfortunately, my best one, which didn't rhyme so much, or badly, is lost to time and space.
I wonder...
I often sit and wonder, What point is there to life? Why are we here, all on this earth? Why is there always strife?
There’s torture here, And murder there, With shootings far and wide, And in between, some kidnapping, Oh look, someone else had died.
Endangered species everywhere, With poachers in pursuit, Dead tiger here, some dead birds there, And all for a little loot.
Shouldn’t we be helping out, To keep our planet healthy? It’s for us all, including the poor, Not just the rich and wealthy.
________________________________________ Craig Chalmers 2003
Nature's Prizes
The forest and the ocean, so different yet the same; Both have immeasurable beauty, conjured only by their name.
The two just go together, always hand in hand; The power of the water, with the stability of land.
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For blazing fire and freezing ice, the same is also true; For to feel effects of one of these, you must feel the other too.
The heat produced by fire, and the cold produced by ice; Apart they can be quite severe, but together can be nice.
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The mountains and the sandy shore, are comparable by most; For one is normally land's centre, while the other is the coast.
The mountain path is steep and harsh, the sandy coast is not; Despite the sun the rocks stay cold, while the sandy shore is hot
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Yes beauty is around us all, in ev'rything we see; From the smallest salty grain of sand, to the largest leafy tree.
The environments and things within, come in many shapes and sizes; Yet all of these, and animals, are just some of nature's prizes. _____________________________ Craig Chalmers 2003
The Fire
Gazing into fire's eye, It's strange what one can see; A life, a death, an animal, Which one could it be?
It varies with the mood you're in, Or what you tend to think; It can be constant, often not, Can vary in a blink.
One minute you see something's birth, The awakening of something new; The next you see the creature's death, As the end of time for it is due.
But now the fire's dying down, And visions are fading fast; All that's left are embers, And memories that last. _____________________________ Craig Chalmers, 24th Oct 2003 {revised Jan 24th 2006}
Kimgar Ignaceous Darkwolf · Mon Jun 04, 2007 @ 03:33am · 0 Comments |
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