Friday, August 24, 2012

And If I Could See by Helen Louise Swanson

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And if I could see
The emotions are turning
The sea no longer breaking
The scream no longer sounding
And if I could see

Take me home
I want to be alone
I can’t stand your sound no more
Take me home
Where I am alone
Your face I detest
Your movements are a test
Take me home

And if I was to run
Can’t stand here no more
Can’t live someone else's dream
And if I was to disappear
No longer would I care
No longer would I share
And if I could see

Take me home
Where I can speak my dream
Take me home
Where my thoughts are my own
No longer would I prove
What others disapprove
Take me home

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Meeting An Old Lady On The Way Home!

I saw an old lady on the way home,
She has hair as white as clouds,
She walks on, for a mile or two,
Resting in the middle, four or five times.

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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Jamica Winter

The snow is cold all day,
Sisters run out to play.
Each carried a stick,
Poking holes and making snowballs.
Grey hares hopping, here and there,
Red-nosed reindeer go hide and seek everywhere.
Climb up, slide down,
Hold hands, sisters get along.
Time for a cup of hot coca,
Let the radio play some musical solo.