No it was me

No it was me

I spied a dog out in the street
as I approached it did retreat
shaking, shivering, skeletal, shy
to see it so made me cry.

Maybe it strayed from home
roaming, nervous, all alone
or rejected sadly – left behind
life at times can be unkind.

I took it in – gave it space
now in my heart a special place
through all its pain there’s loyalty
was he lucky – no it was me.

Jpoet7 ( #Doolan317 ) ( )

Where schooling’s so important

Where schooling’s so important

Teachers in our schools today
Have a major role to play
In how our children learn to cope
With how the world has changed.

Instead there are a chosen few
Who hark back to the old bamboo
Seem to think it’s still allowed
To chastise they just shout out loud.

Thankfully those days are past
Of crime and punishment in the class
Where masters ruled with open hand
Flying dusters now are banned.

The need for knowledge has not changed
With teaching methods rearranged
Where futures can be mapped or lost
Let’s respect each other not count the cost.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( )

A home I call my own

A home I call my own

Lookout onto an island
hear Atlantic’s roar
remember all the emigrants
salt tears upon seashores.

Energies that were drained
from laid potato drills
cottages lying idle
stonewalled lonely hills.

A figure in a hooker
upon raging rolling waves
fighting now that savage beast
it’s heritage for to save.

Imprints of our ancestors
on every cornerstone
thankful for their sacrifice
from a home I call my own.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( )