IS IT THE ANGER OF PETULANT GODS?

 

Is it the anger of petulant Gods?

In their Olympian Penthouse

Exploding their volcanic wrath

Down a molten hillside

Or an angry planet

From deep within

Trying to cleanse the earth

Of it’s unworthy guardians

THE SCENTED TROPICAL BREEZE

 

The scented tropical breeze

Blows offshore, gently

Carrying exotic fragrances

Of paradise out to sea

RICH TROPICAL SCENTS FILL THE AIR

 

Rich tropical scents fill the air

And are carried on the breeze

As the waters of the pacific

Lap at the sands of perfect white

THE SKIES OF ENDLESS AZURE

 

The skies of endless azure

Stretch to the distant horizon

And in fond embrace they kiss

The iridescent blue ocean

THE FIERCE AUTUMN GALES

 

The fierce autumn gales

Howl all through the night

Whipping up the seas

And turning wave tops white 

The pour souls at sea

On the dark autumnal night

In the teeth of the tempest

Feel its savage bite

And pray to their gods

To save them from their plight

As the gale blows through

On the dark autumnal night

WHEN THE WIND IS IN THE EAST

 

When the wind is in the east,

Is the time I like the least

When the wind is in the east,

Then winter has been unleashed

GREEN HILLS

 

In the lee of the mountains with snow on the ground

Sits a quaint little village with hills all around

No sign can be seen of the green grassy hills

For they lay neath the snow in the wintery chill

 

But the people are happy and get on with their lives

All the brothers and sisters and husbands and wives

For they know that soon the snow will turn to rain

And then they will see their green hills again