This afternoon, I time a Loon the length that she stays under. Upon the shore, I keep her score, amazed and full of wonder. Beneath a wake, one minute eight. What is it that she plunders? *********** No hook needs she to fish so free. No line nor rod impedes her. What sense applies to depths she dives? Which rhythm moves her meter? As if in air she swims so fair To seek that which may feed her. *********** On this Fall day, I wish to stay and watch her dive and surface. “Get back to shore!” My mind implores as work beckons its service. And yet I stay in silence, bade the Loon to bear me witness. ************ Share I with Loon this afternoon to gladly dive and swim? In friendship be the Loon with me? With her would I find kin? No. As land locked Loon, I must resume to fish the drink I’m in.
Once I was abandoned by person I never thought I would be so forlorn It is like many nettles in my life Missing those moments that you enacted as you made fantastic world around me Which cannot be forgotten even in my dreams It's like I've been a loon in front of you Believing all those false worlds You made me such a way that, There is a word alone carved in my heart That cannot be erased by anyone, even by the god So, please give me your hand,save me save me I need your true love before I fall,fall please, Don't leave me
to you friend please give all the true love om you think they deserve.
They are more starved for Nature Then one can ever fathom; Oh, where is that secret Off they go in a cabin; that they may frequent All the noise and pollution It melts and floats away; Into life's little solution.
It's back to the plough of life so rough; They like the smithy toil day after day Their life may be starved, very tough, Oh, to listen to the wild loon's call. How it haunts them each day after day; How they stomach their bitter gall? Taking a wooden loon back to the city. Until that cabin is reached it is a pitty. When the wild calls; Good-bye city.
We who are born
"We who are born In country places Far from cities And shifting faces, Have a birthright No man can sell And a secret joy No man can tell" Eiluned Lewis
Just be the **** ****** you desire Just be their icon, diva, vogue, inspire! Just shake that money-making waffle tale And put it up for every market sale Or be the coffee squirrel on the wheels Just give me mochas, lattes – those the deals! Don’t be so easy cheesy, take a shot! You drink at Hortons’, baby? You are hot! Don’t feel like ******, squirrel? Be the moose! Hang out at Lake Louise with Branta goose Just grab a Molson and then chill it out Now, isn’t that what Canada’s about? Just be polite today and I won’t bite Just say you’re sorry when you are not right Just be the polar teddy, be the loon We’ll love you all the way from Earth to Moon