The howling wind tore in from the sou' west
Ripping, tearing, destroying
Horizontal rain striking with the force of darts and arrows
Shredding and mangling fresh green leaves
Mangled bruised and battered flowers
Yesterday so fresh and vibrant
But now the shattered remnants of natures
Phsycodelic show
Small birds huddling in water logged nests
Mice and small creatures now drowned remains
Fledgling chicks now damp reminders
That nature always has her way
But nature always has a way
To repair the damage she has caused
With the warmth of a new sun
Fresh leaves appear
And on rent flowers fresh new buds
With the warmth new life begins
Thus is natures way
Eventually the storm will pass
To herald a brand new day

Take a slice of life and add a little love
For the little touch of sweetness that we need
Add two spoons of understanding
The flavor to enhance
And if your so enclined add a touch of sweet romance
Stir in a little modesty,
It goes so very far
Add some fondest memories
That are kept inside a jar
Now just a tiny pinch of mischief
But please be careful here
The mischief adds a kick of spice
And helps to make the meal
Now cook slowly in a beating heart
And a miracle occurs
If we all followed this simple recipe
We could have the perfect world

He lurks in the darkest shadows
Pen and pad in hand
Eyes fixed intently
On the sweeping minute hand
Then like an eagle striking
He fixes on his prey
His pen a blur of motion
As the ticket then is made
I come on the run
In hopes to save the day
But the tickets now upon the screen
And there it has to stay
I gaze into his merciless eyes
And make my pointless plea
You clearly saw me coming
So why must it be me
Tough luck friend you had the chance
But you broke the parking law
You were five seconds to late
When you reached the drivers door

and those brave boys and girls who still serve*

It was for you that we gave so much
We who by the terror of war were touched
To the ones who made the final sacrifice
The ones left shattered in body and mind
For us the pain is less with passing years
But the memories remain
Not all did feel the bullets bite
Nor smell the acrid cordite smoke
But all who served are heros still
For they to were there when the country called
Your right to stand free and have your say
Was the reason they served , for your today
Many now lie in unmarked graves
Because the bomb and mortar leave few remains
Now we who are left must lead the way
In ensuring those gone are not forgot
For those we'll raise the standards high
As we remember them
Under freedoms sky