
much they love the water, depend on it
the river flows and with every flood
carves a piece from the river bank
and soon fall into each other as one
If you lean to hard you’ll fall, ha de Gött!


much they love the water, depend on it
the river flows and with every flood
carves a piece from the river bank
and soon fall into each other as one
If you lean to hard you’ll fall, ha de Gött!


standing in cold and snow
longing far and away
to the distant horizon glow
a better place, do say
stick with what you know
don't get burned, stay
Don’t play with fire, ha de Gött!


Proud they stand, long and tall
with brown winter coloured plumes
from king Frost puffs, refuses to fall
enduring force bends them right back
whizzes low, a reed choir call
while the fox sneaks over the ice
Best not to be too stiff, ha de Gött!


wind and water cascade
got the colours to fade
in grey beautifully made
All is needed in the spectrum, ha de Gött!


I wish I could
make new pictures
make new memories
I wish I could
hear a brand new clever pun
hear a loud laughter anew
I wish I could
see fingers over ebony and ivory
see fingers over guitar frets
I wish I could
turn time right back
turn things on track
I wish I could
To my youngest son. He should have turned 24 today. Forever missed.


room with a view
windowless and not new
dry grass and pointy sticks
all there is to offer my chicks
placed it safe on a shelf
homemade all by myself
on a welcome I could rely
till the day you learned to fly
Time fly, tomorrow is just now. Ha de Gött!


little creek water freezes on the beach
the sun lets its scarce winter rays
cast a mild red and orange light
behind the frost white cliffs
illuminates hill south side
with a promise of warmer days
as the cold frost
hammers down from north
It takes many seasons to be seasoned, ha de Gött


dressed in white
waiting for spring
for a kiss of green
The one who plant a tree has never lived in vain, ha de Gött!


Little lonely shed
backlit and red
on a cliff in the cold
what stories has been told
over fireplace glowing bed
True or false, a story is a story best told. Ha de Gött!


childhood memories in a vivid blur
strong emotions creep up on you
what went down but not the end
gnawing in your chest with unease
an arrow cleaves your dream
in an endless corridor of slamming doors
wake you up in cold wet sweat
twilight zone between now and then
Sweet dreams, ha de Gött!