FROM A DRY LAKE BED

FROM A DRY LAKE BED.

Come,

old

fossils,

lift with breezes

from a dry lake bed

when the Sahara sneezes.

Create a billowing dust curt-aain.

Chad’s tan wind clouds blow

to the west,

again.

Laden

with

pearl

phosphorus,

across the Atlantic Ocean

ride on high,

past giant waves and

sailing ships,

past islands, lazing in the sun,

                                                                        to sigh,

to hear a mighty jungle scream.

Top soils,

depleted.

Nature’s coat,

 a ragged green.

Now,

lay down your bounty.

                                                                     Allow this flora

                                                                      to flourish

                                                                   and gleam.

 Nature’s cycle comes every year,

allows nutrients

 to

reappear.

Amazon River,

dreaming,

flows,

enriching

 sediments.

So it goes!

VGow

26/07/18

LIFE

LIFE

Is

A

Jigsaw,

unfinished,

at this point in time.

Attract serendipity moments, empty the mind.

Great expectations disappear.

Silently, it creeps;

peace sublime.

Open pathways to fortunes find,

of another kind.

Delighting in the turn of fate

allow good luck to germinate.

Law of Attraction

water with your mind.

Spread

seeds

of joy,

learning to be kind.

Grateful

for small gifts.

Acknowledge a smile.

Some pieces in a jigsaw are

difficult to fit.

Down the track,

understanding comes

and we see

logic

in

it.

Good

Luck!

VGow

WHATEVER IT TAKES.

Be

A

Terra

Firma-ist,

embracing frosty

mornings

Enjoy the fresh air while we may.

There’s so many dire warnings.

Start

with

leaping

out of bed.

Lungs fill with a Ha

                                     Ha Ha          (action- beat chest)

         Banish dreams of dread,

                                                   Focus on Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra     (action- tap head)

  Looking ‘good’ instead.

                                         Greet green parrots with seeds on grass.       (action- wave hands)

Whatever it takes,

Long may they last.

Listen to

Lyrebirds,

 Singing in the dells,

Harken to the whispering wind

tinkling tree bells

Finding sculptures in barren trees,

drawn starkly against horizon.

Watch stormy snow clouds

change their promises

to

look like

puffy

pillows,

so easy to rest the eyes on!

Be

A

Terra

Firma-ist.

Delight in Nature’s

Glory.

Be a

Terra

Firma-ist,

living Her-story.

VGow

01/07/18