we do not think to beat upon the drum
announcing the arrival of the day
the needful things are brandy and dark rum
we add the year up and note that the sum
does not account for all lost on the way
we do not think to beat upon the drum
there's silence now we do not hear the hum
of traffic neither see the solar ray
the needful things are brandy and dark rum
each longs for taste of sweetest peach or plum
or sight of sunset deep in bluefields bay
we do not think to beat upon the drum
upon the instruments some beat or strum
and what the meaning is others will say
the needful things are brandy and dark rum
together we face all the facts that come
hurtling upon us the whole thing's just a play
we do not think to beat upon the drum
the needful things are brandy and dark rum
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
25 December 2007
villanelle for a damp xmas
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Greetings from this more northern country, during this dark season of the year; when the light is only a brief part of each day. May we all find peace in the dark evenings, and comfort amongst family and friends.
Blessings to you and yours.
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