Tag Archive: living


Riding alone in Camelot

 

 

Riding alone in Camelot

Not giving my heart a thought

My horse galloping

though the wind.

Riding alone in Camelot

 

Me and my Mare

without a care

because I am Me

Riding

Riding alone

I’m riding alone in Camelot.

The feeling is clear

as we pound through the air

the Earth slipping

past

The wind blowing through my hair

Riding alone in Camelot

Without a thought

Without a care

Flying in the air!

 

 

 for Jingle’s poetry on  Trips travel and vacation  🙂

 

blessed be

The Mess

My house is filty

and I’m so tired

I close my eyes to the mess.

 

My floors are dirty

my palms are sweaty

Dust is leading the march.

 

I stare down my home

It quivers in fright

I shake my fist and yell

You’ll get clean if it takes all night!

My home is filty

and I’m so tired

I close my eyes to the mess

until next time….

 

(posted for Cloaked Monks March 19 Challenge: This is “National Clean Your Closet Week.”)