BEST FOOT FORWARD

Neither of my feet made of wood
And with no artificial limb in sight
Stealing a march is a sort of theft
But without a parade, what is left
I never will step off with the right
Yet I think that one is just as good

Here, one must look but also see
In this hot war-torn Afghanistan
On patrol, there is always danger
The risk of death is no stranger
A best foot forward if you can
But must never step on an I.E.D

On Sundays, let the dreamers take control
Coffee, books, and hooded sweaters, role
Naps to restore, snacks to nourish each soul
Messy buns and glasses, enter the day with a goal

Let imaginations run wild, and dreams unfold
To explore, discover, to be ten times bold
A happy, blissful peace unlike no other day
Conspired by the Lord above, with fortune and fate to play

Deep inside my core feeling lost and shedding tears,
Gripped within my being by the essence of true terror,
Consumed by energy of the deepest purest of fears,
Realising my mistakes borne of mistakes and errors.

I recoil in horror from a future I never actually wanted,
With shadows of a dark fate looming in my minds eye,
A terrible destined end which my enemies have plotted,
As the sun is consumed by the grimmest darkest skies.

With August comes the summer Sun
A time to go and have some fun

Kites blowing in the breeze
Kids are playing in the trees

Outside picnics are all around
While family parties abound

Love and laughter fill the air
Friends show they really care

The sun is out to stay
Bringing brightness each day

August brings us a summer blast
Reminding us these days won’t last

It is not a time to fear
But rather a time to cheer

August is a special time to reflect
Time to put our future plans in effect