August 31st 2007

A heartless tree?
A home for many,
A shelter from storms with no judgement made,
Nor rent to pay,
And leaves that breathe life into the World.
This is a heartlessness I can abide.

August 30th 2007

Lunch in an old country pub:
A beer or a wine and some ordinary grub;
You can seldom predict the goodness in it,
Which I like 'cos it isn't MacDonalds!

August 29th 2007

Land, trees and sky:
Beauty borne of chaos,
Miraculously assembled, for an instant.
Reconstructing Eden,
Our parallels narrow to nothing,
Mapping the future.