Monday, 15 October 2007



Are but a luxury
We use to end
Our day
Took for granted
Silky soft
To sleep
They lead the way
Yet it was not
So long ago
We gathered in the hay
Made up our nests
In lofty trees
So living we could stay
So no surprise
For pillows soft
We have a price to pay
It is the thought
That some of us
On earth
Still have to lay


Egal Bohen

1 comment:

Mel said...

Ahhhhhhhh.....freshly dried in the sun.

Drat that winter cheats me outta that luxury........