Fast flowing water splashing down the steep.
For a moment, by night frost stilled.
By the suns warming rays, join the joy ride to the sea.
All that matter, solid, liquid and gas, ha de Gött!
Brass, straight lines, motion in perfect symmetry
Capital of violence
Cohesive, chest ornaments, balcony of small men
Capital of violence
Fear, drumming boots, waving of enabling masses
Capital of violence
Heroes, historic claims, brothers in arms
Capital of violence
King, leader of choice, our way of life
Capital of violence
Portrait, son and daughter, tears of a mother
Capital of violence
Flags, coffins draped, flapping in the wind
Capital of violence
My heart goes out to all mothers seeing their sons and daughters coming back in a black bag.
Kicked around, goal, netted, offside.
Laughter, cries, joy, celebration.
Desire of twenty-two, referee, cheering crowd.
Trimmed lawn, sidelines, corner shot.
Still, locked in, forgotten, rotten.
Round the ball is, ha de Gött!
play mates forest and water swirling down the hill in an whimsical stop and go water push trough forests attempts to hold back its friend float along branch and stick see where it goes to the noisy roaring ocean wind freeze a moment in cold north wind rippling to birds accompaniment and treetops whooshing till we meet again
Stay in the moment, ha de Gött!
Lonely fisherman sailing out to sea
Navigating shallow waters, inserts and island
Cliffs scraped naked by wind, not a single tree
Confidently steers along coast and strand
True and simple, a way to be
Life is a voyage, navigate with caution, ha de Gött!
Waiting for the playful spring winds
sail away to the soft thawing soil
kissed by the innocent April sun
sprout out tall bright and green
eaten by a hungry cow, shit!
Green, green grass of home, ha de Gött!
There was a warm light breeze
I sat there thinking
why good times never, last a bit longer
the fish had gone
taken an afternoon nap
sleeping it off, in the soft bottom clay
sail past me, silently
in the soft summer wind
the last day, of summer
Best things in life are free, ha de Gött!
Try something clever to write, to the point.
But imagination was lost, frozen.
Ha de Gött!
Barbwire covered in snow
Like cold facts, tucked in cotton
Still hurts, even if, you can’t see it
Takes thick skin to drive change, ha de Gött!
They said I was getting too hot, blowing my fuses
Don’t make such fuzz, just go with the buzz
All winter sleep it off, hibernate
I was getting worked up, would not take more abuses
Fake news, just a bunch of lies to uz
There’s no winter, I will debate
Challenge, but don’t be foolish, ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 