Flowers By The Road
Driving along. All too often. Flowers by the road. Heavy hearted. My mind full. Of tales of forebode. The road. Has taken. Yet another life. Some ignore. For others. It cuts like a knife. The flowers.
Bulbs
Stop, look, listen. 'Hold my hand dear,'
'Mum, honestly I'm fine!'
'You have to hold your patience,
Till the green man crosses the line.'
Stop, look, listen.
Driver Mither
Driving in the pouring rain,
Idiots jump to try to gain. Too much speed, no remorse,
They own the road, the rule of course. Curse their brains and watch them slide,
Ego's pushed or foolish pride.
Not my Son
The sunshine feels heavy on us and the last thing we'd want to do is riding our bikes. But we're going to school every day by bike, and today wasn't an exception.