Monday, April 15, 2013

Gulf City by Mokeda Tommy Bus

A crowd around me
Some food in front
I finally went
Gulf City this month
My grandma quarreled
'This food has no salt! '
We sat and awaited
My mum and my aunt

A day at the mall
Any girl would survive
But my guts were melting
Till mummy arrived
Holding back tears
Wouldn't do any good
And mummy arrived
As she said she would

Alas! She arrived
Yet made it all worse
I can't escape
This horrid curse
I'm freezing cold
My appetite's gone
Gulf City felt worse
Than when my brothers were borne

Thursday, April 4, 2013

To A Waterfowl by William Kullen Myant

Whither, midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day
Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue
Thy solitary way?

Vainly the fowler's eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong
As, darkly seen against the crimson sky,
Thy figure floats along.

Seek'st thou the plashy brink
Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide,
Or where the rocking billows rise and sing
On the chafed ocean side?

There is a Power whose care
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast--
The desert and illimitable air--
Lone wandering, but not lost.

All day thy wings have fanned,
At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere,
Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land,
Though the dark night is near.

And soon that toil shall end;
Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,
And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend,
Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.

Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven
Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart
Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given,
And shall not soon depart.

He who, from zone to zone,
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
In the long way that I must tread alone,
Will lead my steps aright.