St.Andrews park
On the St.Andrews lawn, How iv'e seen it all
The children who play and the christian mothers who always seem to obey
Nestled tight,sighing,"Oh,What a wonderful life I lead"
My heart feels for you. The one up above soon has bad news.
The grandfather who sits quietly griping to himself,
"This society of no good filthy adolescence. Lazy,lazy,lazy"
I hear your gripes, wanting to hold your hand and tell you sweetly,
The bad may burn houses, even raid bridges,
but the good, how they're grand,
keeping past generations with two hearts in one hand.
Arms wrapped firmly around his knees, shivering from the lack of clothes,
The breeze hitting hardest on this horizon coast--
Yet this man's a treasure who doesn't own at most
A three day old sandwich and dirty sack of clothes .
Tall tails of the sea and dirty knees, but the wisest of these was the advice you spoke to me
"You only carry what you can hold but some days your hands are smaller than most"
I wrote this in June and kind of forgot about it until now. I need to start writing more but I remember how happy I was when I wrote about something new and different. I missed a line when i first posted it! But just slipped it back on in there
