Slow the World Down

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Things are moving too fast

Rushing from first to last

Racing from beginning to end

What happens if we come to a bend

Faster and faster we whirl

Our brains are delayed as we twirl

We get slightly concussed

And our judgement is mussed

And what we have to confess

Is why our world’s in a mess

Deadlines with red lines

Exchange rates and datelines

To say nothing of fraud and corruption

Plus conservation disruption

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©DGA 30 November 2011 17:31

Birth of Day

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the old cane rocking chair

creaked back and forth

back and forth

on the farmhouse stoep*

the figure hunched

against the cold night air

held her warm gown close

across her bony chest

as she watched the sky

lighten almost imperceptibly

with the pale rose of the sun

birthing a new day

wondering

what it would bring

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*stoep – South Africa a porch or veranda

©DGA 30 November 2011 04:52