Dear Young Boy

Dear young boy
As I read your lines
A world in your palm
Colours profuse

You Are A Lovely Sight

You carry me far away
Remind of life’s journey
A life made from clay
Ever changing, curvy

You bring nature within
In the sights and sound
Moving as the earth’s spin
Hills, farms, trees around

Equality

Rules of life to abide

Armed with principles

Yet I never reach the tide

Spinning in dark riddles

Head held high yet broken

Tapered flow of my thought

Logical words mistaken

Reactions from games I fought

site for Sight

http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/category/picture-it-write/

Hole in One

Is a tale of none,

 who fell Prey to Trump.

Treasure of life once possessed

he traversed length and breath, in search;

 Hot spots left behind for desolate ones

Running from all, hiding the treasure

from those that are shut out from all pleasure.