Well it is that time of year for a 100 days, and it is almost over so a poem.
Hundred days hundred days is here
Panic ensues as pontifications begins.
The thought of creativity everyday fear
What to do, a poem, doodle or something may sings.
But no the time draws near
The day is almost at its ends
All I have left is my wordpress app
So lets try not to be pap!
No let’s have ago and start with a cheer
For hundred days is back again this YEAR
Black was the colour
Grey was the knife,
Red was the blood
What was the trouble and strife?
That came at the witching hour!
The dragon landed on Europa, it had been away a long time.
But it made its presence felt, toppling the bear with a flick of its tail.
Its confident stride dented by its older enemy of George. But the pride of the dragon was strong and will and bitter determination saw it brush of the defeat!
Crushing under its foot the strong lion of Europa. But the fight and flight had been long, the wolves began to circle.
In the end the brave dragon was stopped, but left to fly home to heal its battle scars vowing to comeback and rule supreme in the land of the Bear
He stood at the t junction, it has taken him 20minutes to leave the cover of the forest and follow the dirt track. It had wound its way over the hillside and became more a tarmacadam road than a track. The land was walled up as he passed the line of track and road, yet the rusty five bar gate lay slumped on the right hand like a drunk tramp.
The path he was on finally ended at this T junction. But which way to go left or right?
Niether direction looked appealing, as he starred towards his right he could see the road bend and wave up a hill and over the brow to well whatever was there.
Left was a flatter past with woods on either side about 3 miles away, then road dipped down and was gone.
About 6 yards on the right of the left side of the road was a gap in the wall and a long wooden post with a broken sign.
“Left!”
“Yes I will go left.”
Well if in doubt go left was his old boss’ motto.
Reaching the style and broken post, he scanned the vegetation, buried in the deep bramble bush was a broken plank of wood.
Pulling it carefully out he saw the lets carved into it.
Inas draig
Aled was stunned, he looked at the words then at the piece of wood still attached to the post. There was a D clearly on view……