My Land By Tania P.

Where the sea meets the sky
Where the seaguls fly so high
Where the scene is so nice
Where it looks like paradise


I gaze upo the world with my eyes
I smell the air which smells like spice
I hear the whispers of the wise
I feel free, I realise


The need to spread my wings and fly
The power I feel as I dive by
The wind making me cry
The urge to close my eyes and sigh


With this thought I look about
With head held high and without a doubt
With my beak I want to shout
With the rest to fly throughout


Here is the land where I grew
Here I fly through the dew
Here I sit to watch the view
Here I will die where I once flew

There Are Always Bad Ones By Brian Blackburn

If there are good ones
there are bad ones,
There are Kikos,
so there are Swamp Ghouls,
There are Flotsams,
so there are Jetsams,
For all goods there are evils,
As the eternal battle
between them is fought,
We must ask ourselves,
which side are we on?