Buttercurl Wave
Waves are crashing,
They feel so high,
When you ride them,
You almost fly,
The perfect wave,
For a surfer’s ride,
Out of nowhere,
It can’t hide.
Tuesday, 30 June 2009
An Ode to a Toad
An Ode to a Toad.
An Ode to a toad,
Who really was out of mode,
Never did he follow the code,
Green all the other are,
But he is mauve,
And in the right light,
He really glows.
An Ode to a toad,
Who really was out of mode,
Never did he follow the code,
Green all the other are,
But he is mauve,
And in the right light,
He really glows.
Night Tiger
Night Tiger.
Tiger with your eyes so bright,
He can see well into the night,
What does he do until morning light,
Don’t be there, he'll give you a fright.
Tiger with his story to be told,
What makes his stance so very bold,
They took his land, he tries to hold,
To him his land is worth more than gold.
Tiger with such golden hair,
What would we do if you were not there,
Stories untold of your Tiger's lair,
We want your history to always be there.
Tiger so fast, please don’t blink,
These wonders of god, are on the brink,
We don’t want humanity, to loose this link,
For then us humans, would really stink.
So come on you guys, pick up the fight,
We don’t want the tiger's to face this plight,
So come let's use our might,
To let these tiger's have back the night.
Tiger with your eyes so bright,
He can see well into the night,
What does he do until morning light,
Don’t be there, he'll give you a fright.
Tiger with his story to be told,
What makes his stance so very bold,
They took his land, he tries to hold,
To him his land is worth more than gold.
Tiger with such golden hair,
What would we do if you were not there,
Stories untold of your Tiger's lair,
We want your history to always be there.
Tiger so fast, please don’t blink,
These wonders of god, are on the brink,
We don’t want humanity, to loose this link,
For then us humans, would really stink.
So come on you guys, pick up the fight,
We don’t want the tiger's to face this plight,
So come let's use our might,
To let these tiger's have back the night.
Dreamer
Dreamer
A Horse of dreams, can always be seen,
Flaring their nostrils, and chasing the wind.
Jumping over fences, or running through a stream,
Up on their hind legs, punching the air,
But always with such long beautiful hair.
A Horse of dreams, can always be seen,
Flaring their nostrils, and chasing the wind.
Jumping over fences, or running through a stream,
Up on their hind legs, punching the air,
But always with such long beautiful hair.
Dawns pictures and poemsAll images and writings on my Blog are Copyright © 2009 Dawn Davies
Dolphin Trio
We three dolphins swimming along,
Splashing around having fun,
We glide through the water,
So carefree and young,
Spending the day,
Following the sun.
We three dolphins swimming along,
Splashing around having fun,
We glide through the water,
So carefree and young,
Spending the day,
Following the sun.
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