Day 11. Cats

In their movement there is grace,

As they leap from place to place,

With the noises that they make to us,

We just want to embrace.


Like you and I they are unique,

In their movements they are sleek,

They do make great companions,

And to them we will speak.


In the outside they will roam,

Near the neighbours garden gnome,

but they are just as happy,

Curled up inside the home.


Independence is their game,

Yet some people think this is a shame,

Used to the pack instincts of Dogs,

They wish Cats to be the same.


They are hard to keep in line,

Except when making them chase twine,

But we wouldn’t change them ever,

Our friendly four legged feline.


Day 10. Dust

Dust along the winding road,

Shows what has been and gone,

If settled or if airborne,

The past can still be told.

It is a natural burier,

Covering every object and surface,

left undisturbed too long.

Dust can be a nuisance,

For those who like things clean,

And can also be a hazard,

For those with allergies.


Dust is a signifier,

of things of the past,

like the cobwebs of corners,

It shows that things don’t last.

Dust floats all about us,

Constantly disturbed,

Constantly unseen.

It signifies that time is up,

For upon their demise,

All things will break and crumble,

And revert to Dust in the end.

Day 9. Cultures

The world has many cultures,

Each with their own quirk,

The amazing thing about them all,

Is the way this makes them work.


The world has many cultures,

and it would be a shame,

If all the different people,

All acted all the same.


The world has many cultures.

On the east and on the west,

But no culture is better,

Than any of the rest.


The world has many cultures,

From one place they have split,

But this has brought division,

A sad thing I’ll admit.


The world has many cultures,

And sadly some do thing,

That their one is superior,

Of this they should rethink.


The world has many cultures,

And all of them belong,

Things would be much simpler,

If they all got along.

Day 8. Sun

The Sun looms high above us all,

From where it gives its gifts.

It gives us the light and heat we need,

To keep warm,

To see ahead.

It gives our plants the chance to grow,

And as it is so,

They bask in its beauty,

Using it,

Wanting it.

While we humans,

Needing it too,

Hide in fear.


The Sun looms high above us all,

The centre of this space we use.

We know how much we need it,

Yet deadly it is,

so we fear it.

The Moon is her opposite,

And likewise,

She can do both,

Giver of light,

Caster of shadows.

Warmth to sustain,

Heat to burn,

She is balance.


The Sun looms high above us all,

Still more looms above her.

In the vastness of space,

Bigger exists,

Brighter exists.

Yet despite both those and more,

Change her?

We would never.

Fits like a glove,

Our little world.

Revere her we must,

Our blazing Sun

Above us all

Day 7. Flight

Flight was the obsession of all mankind,

And so we predestined a way to find,

A way to soar high,

up into the sky,

and leave the ground that we’re used to behind.


Obtaining this Flight was a process so long,

We made many mistakes and got things so wrong,

We crashed and we burned,

but we constantly yearned,

To be up in the air and belong.


We watched and obsessed with the birds of the air,

To learn their techniques on staying up there,

We knew we would find,

If we drew and designed,

And never gave up in despair.


After time we did build and create,

A craft that could carry our weight,

But as the world shrank,

We went to the bank,

It was time to enlarge and update.


To us on these days the concept of Flight,

Is an amazingly common sight,

But let’s never forget,

The brilliant duet,

Of brothers Wilbur and Orville Wright.

Day 6. Earth

The Earth is the ground on which we stand,

The natural bringer of life,

We farm the crops that grow on the land,

With barely a worry or strife.


We owe so much to our brave old world,

Who gives us the fields so green,

Some plants they grow straight and some they grow twirled,

Fed by the water so clean.


The Earth is a giver of life and death,

Of seedlings and decay,

when people and animals take their last breath,

The earth will take them away.


The Earth has a long hidden history,

With events that have long passed,

Much will remain a mystery,

for their time went by too fast.


The Earth gave life to each and all of us,

This land on which we dwell,

So the message I pass to you is thus,

We must treat her well.

Day 5. Fireworks

What is the best way to watch fireworks?

Is it from the ground or sky?

To us and our untrained eye,

As they light up the night forming artwork.


Fireworks hold a thing of great beauty,

Though this comes at a great cost,

For they explode and are lost,

Never see the result of their duty.


Fireworks bring people a sense of joy,

To those who come to witness,

And to every eyewitness,

Who wished to see something they would enjoy.


Fireworks reach high before they go off,

At their peak they then explode,

The staff below then reload,

And people gasp no one ever dare scoff.


Fireworks give us a fantastic show,

We watch them and feel a thrill,

And cannot help but stand still,

But at the end we are all sad to go.