Heat

Sun, hot and heavy
Sand, grainy,gritty, shifting
Surf, cool and cresting

The Shore

The wave washes over
Covering all the sand
The weeds and rocks are swept away
Leaving wet and soggy land

Just as the earth recovers
And the sand crabs start to peak
The ocean swells again
The waves are back to bash the meak

But through the constant pounding
The unending, senseless roar
The earth stands stoically silent
Always renewing its shore

He Shoots, He Scores!

Winding up to take that kick
Down, yes, but not yet licked
Across the field flies the ball
A powerful rush, a near fall
But leg and orb connect
And straight it flies into the net
A moment of shock before the scream
Now a reality, no longer a dream!

FIVE

Sitting in a little pool
No more books, no more school!
Life is good when you're five
No better time to feel alive
New experiences around every bend
New discoveries never seem to end
Enjoy it all now, my little star
Later on these days will seem far

Salad days

No longer will we be easy
The days for comfort have long past
Now we wonder and worry
Hoping our words have stuck fast
Be wary child of where you walk
And choose with care your friends
The future's only brightest
When you plan where the road ends

Pitch Pain

You're clogging my brain
Don't want to hear you again
A struggle within
That I can never win
Why let myself slide
I don't want to hide
So I'm not listening no more
I'm closing this door

Grade six grad

Fly away so high
My young little butterfly
Your outspread wings are glowing
Your brilliant colours showing
Time to spread your joy around
Please don't remain here on the ground
Enjoy the freedom in your hand
And make of life something grand

Awash in music

I can't take the sound
The music that washes me in sin
The lyrics that inspire all that I imagine
And the voice that tells me I can win
Until I can look into your eyes
And keep from falling over
The notes will always sting
Imagining you with another lover

First goal

Just one goal is all it takes
A victory against all stakes
A rush of joy from all around
A wall of cheers swelled from the ground
No better feeling for one to share
With all the souls gathered there
A common wish for our dear sons
A game of skill was finally won!

Football

A field of green soft underfoot
Two criss crossed nets to stop the boot
A game of skill against your foes
With just a ball is how it goes