I know someone, who is always there
The sorrows and victories,I can ,no doubt share.
A bond so deep,strong and precious
One who is regarded, being gracious.
A true friend, a guide,a protector
Paves the path to success,being a rector.
One who encourages, is always ready to sacrifice
His love and affection is vast,never dies.
He is there to cheer up and listen
With my success, his eyes always glisten.
He his benevolent, provides endless guidance
He is empathetic, with inbuilt patience.
To have him,is a divine blessing
My heart beats ,forever to sing
He,who is a hero,a selfless being
He is my Father, for me, he is a King...
The shingles were taking a beating,
As tabbies and hounds kept on meeting.
They slid down the slate
At a terrible rate,
While the terrified owners were fleeing.
The world against her
But destiny had other plans.
From barren land
To boundless fortunate.
From testament to record book
The resilience to luck and hard work.
Overnight shall sleep The Delayed Inspector
In a swarming-with-mosquitoes Sector:
The exact wish of his host and Rector
Wishing him the company of Malaria’s Vectors
And the keenest battles with Their Directors,
Since he mustn’t The School Inspector hector
But can’t him leave The Victor
Of a supervisory Role, Very Rude
And intent display of The Shrewd.
A Thirty-fiver impressing he could deprive
A Fifty-fiver of his sole drive,
Teacher watchers shocking as he strives
To mar that on which he thrives;
Wherefore it has to now be
And ever by payback be
A Purposely Torn Mosquito Net
That Malaria makes A sure bet
And Eyelids with begging tears wet.
Saw A Real Rector
Went to church to see a real rector,
Who my wife had been the selector;
Was profound,
In each sound;
Sermon sweet like newfound nectar.
Jim Horn
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