The Camp Cook |
The job of a camp cook is my chosen profession
It is simply sublime
Most of the time
But I really must make a confession
Not as simple as it often appears
Was it understood
That I split wood?
B...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 09:58:00 GMT |
Mesmerized |
Snowy days, cold nights
I close my eyes truly tight
When I see the starry skies
As nature's beauty dances
And wildlife romances
It brings comfort to my soul
With peaceful thinking and lovely sighs
&nb...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 09:47:00 GMT |
Perfect |
They say she is perfect for who she is
Is she perfect for what she is?
Or is perfect a meaning of hopefully being perfect?
Can perfect be sought by who is seeking?
Or is perfect really a type of huma...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 09:38:00 GMT |
Why? |
Loud sounds of city life
Uncomfortable feelings baffle my mind
Without understanding, why?
Is is fake or is it real?
How does it make you feel?
Frantically evolving into destroyers of our own souls
A...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 09:28:00 GMT |
