Chess Master - (April 24th 1998)
Written by / copyright - Greg Jones

My life is so much like a game of chess,
Only the best moves will lead me to my ultimate goal, friendship

Everyday a move must be made, pieces of my life to set
Everytime a move is made, the closer I will get
Power of the mind at work, I ponder at this task
Simplicity from an organized thought is all that I need ask
Collected whole, the work is known but still my goal is far
'One wrong move could make things harder than they already are'
Use this wit and determination, follow through until the end
All in the effort to reach that goal, all in the need of a friend

Death Of The Lorikeet - (April 26th 1998)
Written by / copyright - Greg Jones

(This poem is a heartfelt dedication to a lorikeet who died in my arms on Monday May 5th 1997 in the backyard of my parents' home. It was captured after a storm had passed through, leaving it stranded underneath the back porch)

Sweet baby lorikeet, you were captured against your will
But nobody stopped to consider if you were injured or if you were ill
You were confided to a cage and intended as a pet
You must have felt so lost and dazed as you sat there cold and wet
I saw you lying still in there and my heart began to break
For then I realized that you were sick, so a promise I did make
To nurse you back to normal health as I held you in my arms
To warm your nervous body with no intentions to be of any harm
I knew you needed love and care, it reflected in your eyes
I prayed with you when I went outside to let you gaze up at the sky
I felt you twitch so dreadfully much, but no more there could be said
Your wings folded slowly and angelically, then I realized that you were dead
But I did not cry, I felt at peace and a calm swept over my face
For I knew that you had gone and gracefully flown away to a far more safer place