Foggy London Town

Reason for Living

I have a reason to be living
Clearly all things I see
This is a time for giving
The perfect way to be
Putting away the sorrows
This is a brighter day
Swiftly I must borrow
A time to sit and pray
I could be sad
Or I can be mad
But that's out of reason
I'm the only one
I should be pleasing
So how I know
Here I go
This is my fate
It's giddy up go
I can't be late
Poetry Scroll Collection
March 24 2014 ©
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Eagles Soar

Where Eagles Soar
Counting clouds in the sky
Soft pillows of pure cotton
How high does the eagle fly
When his prey is forgotten
In the quiet chill of morn
Flowers and birds awake
Each new day is born
From dew they partake
Eerie shrouds of solitude
Linger in the crisp air
Enlighten the attitude
As they hover there
The eagle circles on high
His target now in sight
How graceful he does fly
Relentless in his flight
All around is tranquil now
The warmth of sun appears
Nourishes the earth somehow
Sounds of dawning to the ears
Each day starts fresh and new
Like the dawning before
In the peaceful morning dew
When the swift eagle soars
Poetry Scroll Collection
April 15 2014 ©
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