Stress Free Poetry

Christmas dawns in a faraway land We wonder what you will eat today In our land of plenty we can forget What hunger is like for you Christmas dawns in a faraway land We wonder if you will be well today In our land of health we can forget What sickness is like for you Christmas dawns in a faraway land We wonder what you will learn today In our land of knowledge we can forget What school is like for you Christmas dawns in a faraway land We wonder what you will face today In our land of ease we can forget What life is like for you By ( Brian Wrixon )

The Jews could come back to Spain  and women voted in Swiss elections. I hoped we would all be together for Christmas. I followed the year to the hillside as the crow  flew up to pull the thorns over a wretched font in the ruined places of Prague, Chicago, Paris, Mexico… Remembering the American’s dog  that found me in a ditch that morning and guarded me until I woke and I knew I had befriended Cerberus, despite my feet raised from birth by Lewis Mumford’s Andean suburb. By ( Duncan Mcgibbon )