Saturday, March 19, 2011


In the soulful crying of the sea gull
Ghostly clouds blow over silent
Silhouettes of dying men
Leaving ballads to be sung

So Austere a golden sunrise
To the men who lie in blood
Fingers cold hold onto last breaths
Eyes Speak of soul and love and heart

By Silhouettes of dying men
The soulful crying of the gull is
So austere and cold and strong
Walking free behind the fallen
All the brave who did not run.
A Lady's Life


I had become confused when I heard the word 'service' used with these agencies:

Canada Revenue Service
Canadian Postal Service
Provincial Telephone Service
Cable, Satellite TV Service
Civil Service
Federal, Provincial, Municipal & Public Service
Customer Service

They do not provide what I thought 'service' meant.

But today, I overheard two farmers talking, and one of them said he had hired a bull to 'service' a few cows.

BAM!!! It all came into focus. Now I understand what all those agencies are doing to us.

I hope that you are now as enlightened as I am.


SandyCarlson said...

Thank you for enlightening me! Ha.

I enjoyed your poem very much.

A Lady's Life said...

Welcome Sandy lol

Gattina said...

Hahaha ! so true !

Zuzana said...

So often words are misused.;) Still the word freedom means a lot to me considering my past.;)
Have a lovely Sunday.;)

Pranavam Ravikumar a.k.a. Kochuravi said...


A Lady's Life said...

Zuzana Yes freedom is very important.
And the men who died should never be forgotten.I just wanted to give it a personal touch:)

A Lady's Life said...

Parnavam thanks

A Lady's Life said...

Gattina I guess you already know lol