Did you live ?

I speak of Nazareth, inconspicuous sleepy town 

people roaming about quietly without frown

I speak of Nazareth, quietest sleepy hollow

each person wandering around on the borrow

a sparkle one night sky at Bethlehem 

I speak of Bethlehem a gift to them

I speak of a boy for Mary a joy

a son in gods favour, born as the saviour

speak of a boy, a ruthless child

calming the lost, alone and wild

Jesus saves if you choose to be

free from the pain and strong as a tree

Down on the Farm

Down on the farm they spin a yarn

There is twine from the sheep, a blanket for sleep

Where the little children lay at peace 

Mother working, has carpets to sweep

The dust lay around from the struggle she keeps

Farmer comes home late after toiling the ground

Creeping in silently not making a sound

Crawls in bed, it is half past nine 

Clothes are still hanging on the washing line

Up at four o’clock the next day is new

Precious times now may be short or few

A love of strength, a hope in heart

The weather is grim yet rain doth start

Poppies bring hope, from an angels harp.

The Wild, Wild, West

The Oregon trail in west Texas, west. 

the host is the land, growing trees abreast

It bears the name wild.. the wild Wild West

always; will be known, as a state of no rest

They are passers by claiming the right 

then; will not give up without a fight 

grasping at soil, the bramble and hope

until comes an age, where they cannot cope

They will see, it’s wild with men

who seem fixated of where and when

cut each one down, in power and strength 

they will not stop til’, it’s ran it’s length 

Scourge of the land, the given host

kill all the creatures, though not the ghosts 

a new world will reclaim, what once was free

new peace, new beasts, oh!; those blossoming trees.