MY FLOWERS GROW IN BRIGHTEST HUE.....

MY FLOWERS GROW IN BRIGHTEST HUE

SWEET-SCENTING IN THE MORNING DEW,

WITH BEES THAT VISIT AND ENJOY THEIR OFF’RING

AND MOTHER BIRDS THAT GUIDE THEIR OFF-SPRING

THEY STALK AROUND AND SHOW THEIR CARE

AND POINT TO FOOD, THEIR CHICKEN’S FARE.

A GENTLE BREEZE KEEPS WAFTING THROUGH,

SWAYS FLOWERS GENTLY TO AND FRO.

WITH MIND AND BODY GREATLY OVERWHELMED,

A GRATEFUL PRAYER TO MY DEAR GOD IS HELD

FOR HIS CREATION: FOR FLOWERS SO BRIGHT

FOR CREATURES, ALL IN THE SUNNIEST LIGHT!

Peter Frederick

http://www.peterfrederick.org

http://www.life-on-the-road.com

AN ANIMAL SITS ABANDONED….

An animal sits abandoned,

hungry, traumatised and sad,

with life in tatters and no future,

it thinks of fun and love it had.

It thinks of children growing up,

like brothers, sisters do.

Of laughter, plays and dreams together,

of feasts together, too!

Who cares of its feelings, so hurting,

who gives a damn when so alone?

‘Only an animal’ they say, ‘keep walking!’

So ragged, old, all skin and bone.

With feelings deeper than we have,

it understood, and it gave.

Who cares now that appearance gone?

Now all its hope is a grave.

Peter Frederick

http://www.peterfrederick.org

http://www.life-on-the-road.com

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!

With Irish eyes glassy from beer

and the pub so noisy with cheer,

a reel is now played

and blarney relayed -

I wish I was Irish, my dear!

Peter Frederick

http://www.peterfrederick.org

http://www.life-on-the-road.com