Ants and crawly things

Let us venture through the trees

heading out to hill and glen.

To feel the warming sun and breeze

on our skin and through our hair.

There we could go exploring

or merely run and play.

Until we both get winded

then head back to the forest again.

There we might just settle in

where we’ll rest on grass and leaves.

That’s if the ants and crawly things

will give us, a reprieve.

Perhaps they could go visiting

until we go away,

I don’t mean leaving permanently,

just maybe for today.      Hansi Riley

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What’s Going On

Gazing at the sky so blue

I see more lines and haze

from all the crazy chemtrails

the world’s begun to ail.

Do we know what they are doing

how bout longtime effects

on our children and water

earth, food and all our pets.

Why would they do this

how is it allowed

with no regulations

on these deadly dripping clouds.

What about the future

and the damage that’s being done

we can’t just sit here silent

cause they’re poisoning everyone!  Hansi Riley

 

Yes chemtrails are real and they have accelerated the spraying night and day.  Until we all speak up, it will not stop.    http://www.bbc.com/news/health-27904822

 

 

Quiet Glen in Winter

A soft glow and then radiance

as the Sun pushes out

from its blanketing of dark clouds.

I feel my skin warm under its caress

I’m surprised by its intensity

on such a cold winters day.

The glen under the sun’s touch, softens glistening snow 4a

and snow fairies appear

glimmering and dancing

from newly melting snow.

The forest groans and whispers

as snow

loosened from heavily burdened branches

softly hits the ground

 and small animals scurry,

in search of food.

I breath the frigid air

absorbing the glen’s tranquil beauty,

and say a prayer of thanks…

for all that is life!              Hansi Riley

Mysteries of the Wind

Up again down again

round & round

whirling, rushing

all over town.

Why the hurry

and where’s it bound,

as it swirls in and out

pushing us around. 

Constantly whirling

to and fro.

Sailing the oceans

as it continues to blow.

So what’s it after

and why’s it run?

Is it chasing the Moon,

or just following the Sun?          Hansi Riley

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