This old road is wearing me down
7 more miles and I will be out of town
Ain’t got no wagon, and holes in my boots
Darn me; if the weather never suits
Yeah
This old road is wearing me down
7 more miles and I will be out of town
Heading westwards looking for work
No matter my dress code, I’m ain’t no shirk
Yeah
This old road is wearing me down
7 more miles and I will be out of town
50 dollars gets me a good days pay
Cutting, and raking in this darn hay
Yeah
This old road is wearing me down
7 more miles and I will be out of town
Getting me some rest under this old oak tree
Whilst playing my guitar on my knee
Yeah
This old road is wearing me down
7 more miles and I will be out of town
Then heading home before the setting of the sun
Back tomorrow, a poor man's work is never done
Yeah
This old road is wearing me down
7 more miles and I will be out of town
Categories:
westwards, summer, work,
Form: Rhyme
Eastwards Westwards
we know the direction
Playing tricks with the mind
We thought we knew the best
Down Convents Hill
the stone Angels sing
Desertion is not even an option
open the flanks
play your banjo
In evening we have everything to gain
in the holy calm
the marble passages
past our golden days
Categories:
westwards, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
If i were an elephant,
I hope i would be free.
To roam the Sub-Sahara,
And westwards to Mali.
But freedoms fraught with danger,
By mans ability.
To hunt big game for pleasure,
Or kill for ivory.
Now if i were the last one,
Would mankind mourn for me.
If i were an elephant,
In a circus i could be.
Performing tricks for children,
Going down on bended knee.
No danger from the hunter,
Just vile, captivity.
Locked inside a metal cage,
A life of drudgery
Now if i were the last one,
Would mankind mourn for me.
If i were an elephant,
That's carved from ivory.
A piece of perfect splendour,
A relic since, antiquity.
That's placed upon a pedestal,
For all the world to see.
But real beauty is the elephant,
I'm just it's effigy.
Now if i were the only one,
What would mankind pay for me.
12/ 11/ 2016
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Categories:
westwards, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
An evening breeze lonely thoughts flowed,
From my deepest core branching westwards
Water skipping across moonlit ocean aglow
An evening breeze. Lonely thoughts! - flowed
Ripples of silver hues oscillating slow
Stimulating a coupling of mystical words
An evening breeze lonely thoughts flowed
From my deepest core branching westwards!
This poem uses the Triolet style --a stanza poem of 8 lines, following the rhythm of ABaAabAB. The first, fourth and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines (Source: Wikipedia).
Categories:
westwards, i miss you, lonely,
Form: Triolet
looking westwards,to clear blue sky,
yesterday's moon,whispers goodbye
Categories:
westwards, nature, places,
Form: Crystalline
Billowing white
A tall masted ship
Gleaming wet
Sped on
In to a setting sun
Mizzen and top gallants flying
Such golden light
Fell upon a ship
That sped on
In to the setting sun
Billowing white
Translucent too
Such golden llight
Fell upon a ship
That shone
On the big blue
In to the setting sun
She sailed westwards
Followeed a setting sun
Disappeared with it too
Golden light
Replaced with blue
She sailed westwards
Golden light shone too
A ship
Swallowed in colour
In to the setting sun
Categories:
westwards, mystery, sea, uplifting, visionary,
Form: Ballad