Little Ragwort of the hills
To whom the stars gave light
Caring not that you were small
Against the endless night
A single road brought visitors
Lovers, secret, shy
You welcomed them with giggles
You pretended not to spy
The sun, the breeze, the rain,
You loved them most of all
The bright light of the countryside
And then the darkness falls
The hills then sleep in shadows
The moon rolls quietly by
The little Ragwort of the hills
Lived in a lullaby
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
As Young Adults We Can Survive - Find Happiness, Success and Support Other Survivors
I Lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento: But how the subject-theme may gang, Let time and chance determine; Perhaps it may turn out a sang: Perhaps turn out a sermon. - Robert Burns
⛈️🌩️ L O K A h S A M A S T A h S U K H I N o B H A V A N T u
living, loving, learning, leaving a legacy
It's an uncertain life!
Food, Road Trips & Notes from the Non-Profit Underground
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The Poetry of Emotion
Contre le blues, le meilleur remède, c'est le rock...!
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
A teenager's photography expedition.
"El Mundo Visible es Sólo un Pretexto" / "The Visible World is Just a Pretext".-
j'ai descendu dans mon jardin
în umbra întunericului!
It's just banter
Writing Lostness
Dive into a collection of memories, musings and emotions concocted delicately over time into short stories and introspective articles...
