FREE FALLING
By Wayne Visser
Over the edge
At World’s End
And Adventure’s Beginning
Free
Falling
Unfixed and unnerved
With emotions jangled and raw
Past ties tangled
Taught and stretching
Fraught and frightening
Swan-diving into my fear
Cloud-riding
Free
Falling
Towards the promise
The hope
Of a
The scope to explore
To learn
To burn the fire of knowing
To feel the tug of growing
Free
Falling
Throwing the rope
That reaches across
Weaving the bridge
That breaches beyond
The restless ruthless tide
Of need amidst plenty
And want that is empty
Free
Falling
Straining to hear
My calling
My bliss
Somewhere in the mist
Over the edge
At World’s End
And Adventure’s Beginning
(2009)
Sunday, 11 October 2009
Free Falling
Friday, 2 October 2009
Where I come from
I come from a place so far away
Where the people are friendly
And children play
Where poverty’s rife
And life can be tough
Where I come from so far away
Smiles so wide and teeth very bright
But why
You may ask
Where poverty’s rife
And life can be tough
Where I come from so far away
There’s a lesson here which can be learned
For all the world concerned
Where poverty’s rife
And life can be tough
Where I come from so far away
No matter the hardship
Nor life of decay
Where poverty’s rife
And life can be tough
Yet the people still smile
Where I come from so far away
Donna Steward
2009
Where the people are friendly
And children play
Where poverty’s rife
And life can be tough
Where I come from so far away
Smiles so wide and teeth very bright
But why
You may ask
Where poverty’s rife
And life can be tough
Where I come from so far away
There’s a lesson here which can be learned
For all the world concerned
Where poverty’s rife
And life can be tough
Where I come from so far away
No matter the hardship
Nor life of decay
Where poverty’s rife
And life can be tough
Yet the people still smile
Where I come from so far away
Donna Steward
2009
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