POETIC OCEANS 2

  The ant the spider and the bee  I wonder which is best of the three If I see the qualities of  insects three,  all are unique company each created superb in structure  form color shape and ability All three have the sting, a  security weapon against  the enemy the ant has a hill the spider a web, and hive is  for the bee all three industrious, restless, focused,  productive in unity a pleasure to observe, a treasure to know, a gift to enjoy nature creates miracles for the benefit  of mankind, a pity, if spiders ants  and bees are killed, no honey,  a cause to cry; I wonder if I were an ant what a tiny creature  I would be even if I were a spider,  even then very frail and   thin I would be Ah but if I were a bee, then I would be  the strongest of the three - Then perhaps I choose to be not a spider, ant,  but rather a bee'

                                                                                                              A  Haiku Do Lough Derg let go find peace refuge, heal life eternal purity

Road to The North West  On Way to   Khyber Pakhtoon Khwa Countryside                               Spread out golden grain fields for miles bordered by                                                       Murree Mountain Ranges More green country side fields Goats and sheep grazing on the hill sides Buffaloes are common  and  precious source of dairy products Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises. Pedro Calderon de la Barca

                                   The Moors, the lowering skies, the ruins of a castle, the ghosts of times long past, the phantom tinkling of a piano, and the long lingering moaning hound of the unseen feared animal, heard often in the dark damp foggy atmosphere, sent a shiver down his spine, North Yorkshire, known as the notorious place of strange encounters welcomed him with an eerie sensation that evening. “At last I am here to see for myself, to experience the horrific thrill and perhaps meet a ghost too’, S. Redstar the keen historian thought about the story he had read in the newspaper a few days ago, which made him plan and take this daring trip. “Disappeared without a trace,” the heading read. Disappearances were common. The belief was that people were suffering from a strange phenomena, which kept them normal during the day but made them react oddly during the night. Not ...