Poetry Blogs (guardian)
Messiah Of The Fields
They left me hanging on a cross
The saviour of the summer crops
Just rag and straw so no great loss
My blood is in the wheat and hops
I faced the black and vicious hoard
Their coal cruel eyes and sharpened beaks
I am the ragged overlord
Who scares the crow yet never speaks
They pray to me to save their soils
From dark boned devils ...
Sunday 27th September 2020 11:21 am
To hold you up
if you start to fall
and fly to your side
whenever you call.
To hold you close
when dark closes in,
I’ll feed your heart
and beat from within.
To feel your warmth
and the glow of your smile,
when the clouds are parted
we can see for miles.
To hold your hand
through life's testing times,
to shield and protect
on those slippe...
Thursday 16th July 2015 10:49 am