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 Jan 2015 Sharina Saad
Poetic T
She was an excited little thing
Always running around you
couldn't miss her. She would
Sneeze and the fire brigade would
come and douse her out she
Was a little fire *******.

She was always full of flare
The ones she shot in to the air,
Children loved her displays,
As they would shoot upon the
Heavens and explode into a
Million stars for moments the
sky was alive with fire.

She lit the heaters of the towns
Folk, to keep them warm in winter.
But she was so alone the last of
The little missus, who's flame
Always burnt brighter.

"Little miss fire hazard" grew majestic
And loved by towns folk and those
Lucky enough too meet her, but she
Passed as all things do, but too this
Day a flame still burns bright never
Does it flicker, it burns bright forever
More as generation down the line, the
Towns folk remember and *miss her.
 Jan 2015 Sharina Saad
Haydn Swan
Reality flashbacks
life spinning on a dime
open the doors of perception
let's commit a crime
 Jan 2015 Sharina Saad
Joe Cole
Come, let's take a journey from the mountain to the sea
And study natures wonders put there for you and me
We won't go by car or take a railway train
We will travel at natures pace, travel by natures ways

Together we will wander the pleasant green country paths
There's no reason for us to hurry, let's make this journey last
We'll stroll beside the chrystal streams 'neath skies of azure blue
Study wild flowers of every shade and hue

Come the evening shadows we will stop and take our rest
Find a soft and sheltered place where we can rest our heads
No candles or electric light will we ever need
Just a canopy of twinkling stars to cover us as we sleep

We will wake up with the dawn to a chorus of singing birds
Wake up to the greatest music that man has ever heard
Quench our thirst from the crystal stream then we'll set out again
We finally leave the mountain slopes and meet the grassy plains

No sign of habitation, no human voices heard
Just the sights and sounds of nature, of deer and soaring birds
Bees and butterflies sip nectar from the flowers
As we wander slowly on and do not count the hours

We journey ever westward, following the sun
Occasionally a dark gray cloud and cool refreshing rain
For us time has no meaning on this journey to the sea
To be at peace with nature is the only thing we need

Suddenly in the distance a glimpse of shining blue
Our journey is nearly over as the sea comes into view
I will look back in wonderment at the things that we have seen
Nature in her full glory, mountain, plain and stream
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