Golden bloom
on withered
thorn.
Golden life,
sunlit
against a slate grey
sky.
Golden gorse,
Shout 'Victory!'
over the winter
of our death.

I couldn't have written it, I don't have any creative aptitude! It's by a lady called Pat Robson from her book 'Gormola Kernewek' ( Cornish praise).

Welcome back LM.

"The New Colossus"

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
MOTHER OF EXILES. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"


Emma Lazarus (1883)

Carrier of news and knowledge
Instrument of trade and industry
Promoter of mutual aquaintance
And peace and of goodwill
Among men and nations

Messenger of sympathy and love
Servant of parted friends
Consoler of the lonely
Bond of the scattered family
Enlarger of the common life

- carved in marble
U.S. Post Office
Washington, DC 20020

"Have You Ever Seen the Rain?"

Someone told me long ago There's a calm before the storm,
I know; it's been comin' for some time. When it's over, so
they say, It'll rain a sunny day, I know; shinin' down like water.
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain? I want to know,
have you ever seen the rain Comin' down on a sunny day?

It's a never ending cycle.....