The rain fell down and hit the step,
on this fateful day where we least forget.
As I sit here, ponder, wonder what it would've been like...
Battles won, mates lost, all at great cost.
Anger brought to bare, dead bodies laying everywhere.
Not just the soldiers, the unaware.
Parents, children, the elderly, no-one misses out;
as the tragedy comes about.
Was it all worth it one may think...
Surely those in power know what they're doing,
as anxious Soldiers sit there stewing.
At the end of the day, does anyone win?
Only an absolute nutter would look at war and grin.
Kelv 25/04/06
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Gimme a txt
I sent a txt to a mate,
"Will they answer?" I had to wait.
Where are you mate? What have I done?
We usually hang out and have such fun.
These questions and more knocked at my door.
Whilst I pondered, it made me wonder.
Is this a friend in need or a friend indeed?
You feel down when there's no one around...
Then suddenly there's a call,
a true friend exists after all.
Kelv 19/04/06
"Will they answer?" I had to wait.
Where are you mate? What have I done?
We usually hang out and have such fun.
These questions and more knocked at my door.
Whilst I pondered, it made me wonder.
Is this a friend in need or a friend indeed?
You feel down when there's no one around...
Then suddenly there's a call,
a true friend exists after all.
Kelv 19/04/06
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
The Arrow and the Song
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of a song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of a song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Kelvinator
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