Instinct has made the news many a time. How you may ask? Well, I have always found it fascinating when I read about the cats and dogs that find their way home after the owners had moved from one area to another. It is their homing instinct directing them. What a useful thing to have?.
There’s nothing better,
After a hard day’s work,
To immerse the tired muscles
In a hot, scented and foamy bath.
The days have gone when this was a lovely experience.
Now showers have taken over and it’s not the same.
There is a pattern in everything,
The way we talk,
The way we move,
The way we relate.
What is it that you do well?
Sure you found a pattern,
A winner that gives great results,
So you keep it and and replicate it,
Someone learns from it and becomes
A better person with knowledge too.
Evolving from time
When visualising Genesis,
A picture forms in the mind,
Early man left caves filled with art,
Modern man with periods of styles,
A wave of abstract artists
Added their expressions,
On canvass to contribute,
That which still holds,
The world in awe.
Again I hear there is starvation,
The children are going without food,
The arid land is yielding nothing,
As the heavens haven’t pour out the rain.
Same old problems,
Where are the engineers?
Where are the rich with private jets?
We don’t want their help for free,
Unless they are with good hearts,
And giving and forward looking,
To progress their motherland
And turn arid to fertile.
The baby was so well dressed, all eyes were on him and his parents. Was it the little man’s birthday that he had his mini designer suit on? Then one lady in her fifties plucked up the courage and asked. “Is it your boy’s birthday? It’s so nice to see you take time with his appearance, most people don’t bother anymore.”
“Oh no, we are going to a photo shoot,” said the boy’s Dad.
The drums set the tone for the party,
Throwing in a rhythmic grove,
That got everyone dancing.
Happiness flowed like water,
Meandering through the grass,
Swishing all the bodies to to and fro,
To enjoy their celebration dance.
Why should we tremble at their words?
When we know we stand for fairness.
With voices we declare and decree,
We won’t be taken down that evil road again.
Craft can take various forms, a rewarding one is making playthings out of all the collected items of empty cereal boxes, old wrapping paper, inner tubes of kitchen rolls, plastic tops, etc. In fact anything that is safe and can be recycled we set aside to use. My children still talk of the things we made together. Best of all, it was fun and a great time for bonding too.
Recognise yourself now so in ten years time,
You will not be surprised at who you see in the mirror.
And it happily staying the same in fifty.