A question of “pride”

Treading heavily through the moon-lit fields, the air became colder with each step. Winter was coming.
No – winter had already arrived. The fires behind me were slowly dying down, and small flakes started blanketing the valley…

A poem.

A poem I did for an assignment at school about an aboriginal who fought in the wars between the British and Aboriginals at Australia during the 1800’s.

Well and good we are yet to wake up from our slumber.

A couple poems I wrote to get a basic idea on a few topics I usually don’t write about.

A sorrow of another’s good- Aquinas.

Preparation and finding real solution to this somehow unstoppable criminal is the key to its arrest and abolition.

"The greatest of all evils is a weak government." -English Proverb.

Take a look a t it…What do you think?