My bloodline has been fighting
Terrorism since 1492.

on a wind swept dune
an Arab took his revenge
by snapping the straw

as he did bow it
saying **** my desert ship
can't carry silken cloth

that's ruined trading
because the camel's brittle back
is out of action

the tale's anecdote
an overloaded vessel
buggers business

He used to walk with life in his stride
He used to strut with a heart full of pride

These days see him stumbling every so often
These days see his eyes vacant and sullen

So I asked if there was anything bothering him
So I asked what is it that made his light so dim

He tarried, then answered with conviction true
He tarried before he finally answered, *"You..."

A Glorious Sunrise
A nightingale singing  
See  dancing flowers
Too

My poet soul writes,
while,
my spirit lives the words.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

Is there anything
more divine than
something made by
human hands
Throughout generations
of honed skills
handed down
to family member
or apprentice
crafted to be passed on
only to become
possibly antiqued
The subtle care and
time involved with
impeccable technique...
no substitute for the
HAND CRAFTED.

Your passion, it burns me,
way deep in the night,
come to me,
take me,
there won't be a fight.

Cherie Nolan © 2016