Innocence cut short
When bombs fly
And sirens cry
Children cannot defy
They wonder if they
Will live to see
Play and run all day long
And they wonder
What the fighting is all about?
Garnet- Energy of January
Spiritual, passionate, fiery.
Amethyst- February's purple pride
Power of a personal ride.
Touch of the sea, to turn the sun
March worn, their charm shown.
Diamonds die hard in April
All cut up, a coveting eternal.
Emerald- May's green purity
This growth crystal's divinity.
June's opalescent chastity shown.
Ruby-July's mystical and rare red
This king of gems...royal bred.
Peridot- Spinel- Sardonic
August's sparkling cabochons.
Sapphire- September's blue innocence
A karmic, third eye evanescence.
Tourmaline- Opal-October's play of color
A color palette to discover.
Citrine- November's warm healing
Topaz-Novemver's golden enhancement.
Turquoise- Tanzanite- Zircon
December's unique velvety delight
The blues, the violets vividly enticed.
I was a simple boy living on those moors with my old man Paps. On nature our hunger satisfy, our roof the star spangled sky. What more could I ask for? My companion, my old man Paps.
One day, nearing dusk, before a crackling fire we sat... he sucking on his old wooden pipe, me there I sat at his feet staring into the glowing embers, contemplating. My paps patted me on my back,with his arms around me, said with one of his loving grins that crinkled up his wrinkled face...'boy , you will be great, I will always be your best mate'
Tears in his eyes, voice cracking, he rambled on, me helplessly sad with tears falling. There we sat, fire warming our chilled feet, dreams thick around us, with those tender arms around me.
Paps whom I loved and cared, he in turn the same he gave.