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
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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.
8 comments:
Thank you for enlightening me! Ha.
I enjoyed your poem very much.
Welcome Sandy lol
Hahaha ! so true !
So often words are misused.;) Still the word freedom means a lot to me considering my past.;)
Have a lovely Sunday.;)
xoxo
Great..!
Zuzana Yes freedom is very important.
And the men who died should never be forgotten.I just wanted to give it a personal touch:)
Parnavam thanks
Gattina I guess you already know lol
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