Poems from Nettlespike
Children working into the night,
Poorest of them all.
They receive punishment and imprisonment,
With no money to back them up in case they...
A never ending chase of the impossible,
Running and running to make it possible.
Try to grasp it,
And relish the joy of holding it in...
Joyous and sunny,
Shines like a brilliant sun.
A choice, a decision,
One that you make yourself.
Others can not affect your happiness...
We all want to hope.
Hope for the impossible, hope for the best.
Yet it is something that we clung to,
Something that keeps us human.
...
Cold as a tinkling stream,
Hot as a lava river,
Warm as a Mother’s hug,
Yet cool like a Summer breeze.
What am I?
Tall as a pine tree,...