On the hill is a church
That has mysteries the keep
But people must search
Discovering the answers in the deep
On the hill is a church
That has mysteries the keep
But people must search
Discovering the answers in the deep
This old man he played with sticks,
He played hi lo hi with some tricks.
With Nick back spark ooo spark
Give a noob a faint hi.
This old man hubud-ed home.
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Round and round the garden in a ba gua step,
Left foot in, Right foot out.
Left hand pat, right finger jab there.
The old church bell chimes,
for the eleventh time,
The church yard is full of crosses
A crowd gathered to remember the losses
Of those fallen brave,
who lie in another grave.
Where are they,
Flanders field they lay.
Struck by bullet and metal
Now replaced by grass and petal
That sea of Red
Now covers the dead.
At the memorials for War they meet
The ghostly sounds of marching feet
Is heard drifting on the wind
While Soldiers with medals pinned
Remembering their War buddies
With reefs of red Poppies
Poppies at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park (1st Nov 2015)
Look at the site
It had reached the Tenth
This means the fight
To the last the hundredth
Still had time to be waged
To beat that beast
It could not be caged
Previous battles it laid to waste
He sat on the porch
It was pitch black
but for a torch
With it he went for a walk
The street was quiet
Nothing was stirring
Not even a riot
Yet a mouse was purring
The snow came down
The balloon went up
A crowd had grown
Up went the pup
The snow was blizzarding
The balloon and pup raised higher
In an eastly direction it was travelling
Then it was Gone