I am grown bold and chance to have the thought
To exit from this web in which I’m caught
A web spun of old thread and newer dreams
Escape’s not always easy as it seems !
KEEP THE BEST ( 2016 )
The rain it falls upon the ground
With rivers rising all around
Tree branches laden bend and moan
The body aches and muscles groan.
Torrential rain makes hearing hard
As flooded steeets and muddy yard
Make navigation extra rough
And keeping dry a task quite tough.
What would we be without the rain
Perhaps some desert near Bahrain
Or great Gobi in China’s west
Let’s all agree to keep the best !
