Skipping Stone
Among the Trees
Promise me, you’ll bury me
Among the beauty by the trees
Restless green, growing free
Envy I will never see.
But how can I, scared to die
Bite my lip and bid goodbye?
Oh Dear!
At home, we dug a hole
So deep, for our lovely souls
Safe from the cold of the outside
Safe from the cold and safe to hide.
Little Carmichael
You say my house burned down
The wooden boards met the ground
An island called obsolete
But you can’t count on warmth for everything.
A Worthier Man
I am called ‘enough is enough’
Either land or sea that you’re of
We’re far too young to hold our own.
