Ray's of Life

With dawn it comes,
over the rolling hills,
expelling the
dark
and replacing it with day.
Its blaze is revealing,
it burns through the
haze,
showing the beauty and
wonder that lies
in wait for its,
awakenig ray.
It is an orb of hope,
a cure for the dark.
It was worshiped for
power, to return
a new.
To expel the darkness
that flows in its
wake.
Its our life, our hope,
our nightly prayer
that with the turning of
the world,
it will rise again
with its life giving
ray's.

Fly Away Peter Poem

Fly away peter,
fly away paul,
there go the Aussies
off to war.
Upon their ships of
iron and wood,
they sail to the land
where the battle
unfolds.
To the trenches
they go,
with spirits high,
not looking back,
to eager to prove.
They fight and,
they fall,
in all parts of
this war.
Yet more surge forward
from a nation enraged.
These men,
these heroes fight
another mans
war.
Come back Peter,
but where is
Paul?

The Mistakes of our Fathers

With the dawn of
the day
comes the rising
sun.
Bathing the land
with hope and light.
Giving life with each ray.
But with its height
it reveals a
horrible scene,
a black land of
destruction,
where no hope
exists.
In this dark land
live
the dead.
Changing life into
Desolation.
The surface is,
ripped,
torn
and burnt.
Nothing Lives,
everything
falls.
It starts with the feuding
of the old,
they send the young,
to finish what they
begun.
It buries the land
in a deathly
haze.
So many
enter,
yet so little,
leave.

The Guardian of Time

Hwen from stone
and covered by ages,
revealed to the world
by the winds that
concealed you.
The body of a lion,
wings of an eagle,
the tail of an ox
and the head of a
man
that wishes to be a
God.
Your purpose unknown,
your mission a secrete,
oh the riddles you hold,
the mysteries you guard.
Always crouching,
ready to strike
a silent guradian throughout
the ages.
You stand in front
of the pyramids
you guard, never striking,
always watching.
Plaguing your gazes
with riddles and
clues,
yet never revaeling
your mystery.
The Guardian Sphinx
a sentinal of old,
your gaze never
wavers,
as you watch over
the land,
that gave you
birth.