Luscious riverbed,
a hitch-hiker’s featherbed,
nourishing parched eyes
Unforgettable views
The new child
He listened as the midwife crooned words of encouragement. It was as if she was calming him instead, while his darling, moaning and shuffling about in gentle motions, braved on.
She was in pain, he could tell, but she’d given birth before. And she was managing far better than he had the previous four times put together.
About ten heavy breathing and a couple more shrieky minutes later, out plopped his new baby. With buttery legs, a mild mane, and eyes battling against the afternoon sun, his fifth treasure—the one that completed his farm—the jet black calf lay on the warm hay.
All plan and no action
Strange art of success
isn’t in counting down the steps
it’s stepping forwards
The yellow caps
a silent trancing in the ears
arms swinging to the tone
unchallenged my path ahead
and sleepy eyes that wander by
yellow hats bobbing beside
in blazing orange jackets
heavy-soled workers' shoes
and stained knee cap pants
marching all in a single file
heading towards the incomplete
labouring in the wintry breeze
for wages to drown the hunger rage
eyes filled with expectation
life devoid of all reputation
board faces and pale skins
and hearts full of wonderment
bottle of water swinging in hand
and as empty stomach urging on
walk soldiers defenders of homes
jobs to be done, for bills to be paid
strolling along next to me
close enough, not enough to smear
anger or even a trace of reality
for their's fulfilment in construction
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Go green
Tech innovation
going back to the basics
at the speed of light
The Chaos Within 