Calm dusky sunlit rest on a bench,
Wind caressing my lifted nostrils
Catching Canada’s flowery strength
Of spring-spawned golden daffodils
Looking at the silence of newborn green
Sleeping peacefully near the lake
Shifting in comfort with the gentle wind
Pouring over my cares deflated
Fish look up at all the joy around
Darting zig zags, like Brown’s particles.
They seem to smile and share their proud
Moments to their interested guild
Twist and twirl free little beings
No cares, not even for the watery shell
That feeds cheerful gills and fins
Blue heaven, inhale, rejoice, exhale
Do they feel the water? Is there
Gratitude for what hidden pervades
And sustains life so pure so clear
Frolicking in their exotic wet glade?
Twist and twirl free little beings
No cares! Oh I wish for the same shell
To heal my everyday in the budding spring:
Flowery relish, dusky breezes, daffodils
(c) nyonglema
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Aid in Africa #blexit
I heard them saying: Fish, fish, fish Free fish for the suffering African Your history's pain, and misery Your misery's plain, and surely Fish will make you whole. Your ancestors feeble Fell to imperial machinations. Your past heroes were but pale Imitations of ours... here some fish. Your misery's plain and surely, You can't do anything without me. Your children are feeble, And can't learn anything. Fish will make you whole: Here grab a bite. I got it where you can't go. Your misery's painfully surly. Cheer up, have a bite. Fish will make you whole. Fish will make you whole. Your history's all that matters. Here grab a bite. Forget potential. You don't have any. I'll save you. Your surly misery's painful But surely miserly gains would Change it all for you? Free fish for the suffering African Who can't do anything today, Because history took it away: Fish will make you whole. I said no. Grabbed a fishing pole. (c) nyonglema
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