I listen to the sound of the breaking waves
Smell the salt tang in the air
I watch the graceful seagulls
Ride the thermals way up there
No sound of human voice, no strident car alarms
I sit in natures solitude enraptured by her charms
The sea reflects the sinking sun in hues of red and gold
I'll never tire of such things though I grow grey and old
The first gleam of the evening star appears in the ever growing dark
And the golden crescent of the moon begins her journey through the night
No words of mine can best describe natures perfect charm
This is peace, a perfect peace, tranquillity and calm

They sat holding hands on that old wood slat bench
Waiting for the train
She in her flower decorated straw bonnet
He in unformiliar stiff black boots
And itchy khaki suit
Shy as young lovers are they sat holding hands
A seventeen year old innocent country girl
An equally innocent nineteen years old country boy
The train pulled in and with one last chaste kiss they parted

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Every year for the last seventy years
She has laid flowers by the memorial on the edge
Of the village Green
She has no grave to visit
No sacred place to call her own
For her first loves name is but one of many
Carved on that village memorial stone

By Arcassin Burnham

Crossing paths,
With nothing to cross,
My side is landmine city,
Don't make me blow your mine,
With rhymes and sentences o' plenty,

Been let down plenty of times,
And it'll keep happening,
In Diamond valley you pay the price,
On earth it wouldn't be happening,
Peace be still and behold,
There is no city of gold,
Thats what he wants you to believe,
Schemes are getting too old,
Like ice blocks are too cold,
To rarely put your tongue on,
Survive the strong , brave and bold,
All I know is pain,
Surviving on my own.