As he opens the door,
and carries you inside...
As the stars fade,
and the dawn rises...
Flip flops and painted toes
Lying in the sun and ponytails...
When asked what you do
You reply "Just a lorry driver"...
Together we laugh and cry
together we fight those strifes...
The smell of fresh cut wood,
The sound of the wood chipper working away...
"I'll drink this night away,"
She said...
You veils already lifted through your words
A beautiful display of your deeper colour...
Happy Birthday Nana
You've always been my friend...
The flag billows high.
The red, white and blue...
Where every man spends forever and a day searching...
And fighting to keep what belongs to him...
The crowd gathers, cheers pierce the air
men, women, and children, not one a care...