Poetry: thoughts and memories
Boyhood Sin
As a boy I hurled a rock, directly in the wind
I cared not what it hit, I cared not that I sinned
It killed a sparrow, that rock I threw
It took its life, a life withdrew
I cared not at that place in time
A sin it was, the sin was mine
Now a man in streets alone
I have no bed, I have no home
My only friend a sparrow be
I only wish it heard my plea
I wish it had a rock for me
20/03/2000 JRS
The Morning Savior
Wake and smell the morning air
Feel the suns warming rays
Shiver from a gust of wind
Praise it is another day
Emotions fill our day with joy
Sorrow comes our way
Wish upon the lord above
This day would go away
Night does fall and joy returns
Seated at the dining tabel
A few short words for those in need
Our troubles fade away
In our sleep our conscious wakes
Fills our heads with dreams
Infants cry of bloody wars
Can't escape these horrid screams
Wake and smell the morning air
Feel the suns warming rays
Shiver from a gust of wind
Praise it is another day
11/11/99 JRS
Tale of the gentle Sprite
If we should wake you from your sleep
Or startle you in the bright of day
Think it not an act of spite
But a favour from a sprite
For should you sleep, be it night or day
And dreams they fill your day away
Who will wake you should you find
No answers there, no peace of mind
Sprites are handy in times of need
Never led by lust nor greed
We may be playful, we may be bright
But you can always rely on a sprite
20/11/99 JRS
My Father
For many years my father gave, yet I could not forgive
A single man he found it hard to give so I could live
A lonely child I could not see the attempt he tried to make
For life is not an easy task when its make or break
I could not see the love he gave, only faults he made
I could not see the life he led, I did not know his trade
I think back now on years gone by
How much he gave, How I would cry
I hope it's not too late to say
Thank-you to the man that stayed.
21/03/00 JRS
