Dave Pass Poems
|1.||Seasons Of Life||10/8/2013|
|2.||Journey To Jupiter||10/8/2013|
|3.||The Prodigal Son As A Singing Play||10/8/2013|
|4.||To Boldly Go Where No Man Has Been Before||10/8/2013|
|5.||Seeing Through A Glass Darkly||10/8/2013|
|12.||Songs Of Spring||4/2/2014|
|17.||The Beast Of Beeston Tor||9/7/2015|
|27.||Yellow Country Garden||9/26/2016|
|28.||African Hunting Dogs||1/9/2017|
|29.||Kayaking In The Seventies||4/2/2017|
|35.||A Tibetan Terrier Called Honey||5/27/2014|
|37.||Make Peace Not War||10/13/2013|
|38.||Snow And Ice||12/4/2014|
The sun shone down on the African plain.
The trees and the grass were short of fresh rain.
Giraffes munched slowly from tall thorn bushes.
Hippos in the pool were hid by rushes.
The animals came to the pool to drink
They weren’t aware of the cheetah I think.
The elephants were safe for they were strong.
The impalas could graze but not for long.
The cheetah through the long grass came slinking
Its muscles tense and its eyes not blinking.
It kept on crawling ‘til it came quite near
To the wildebeest and impala deer.
The cheetah charged it was ready...
I'm made of uranium, steel and tin
A mass of electronics I have within
I can hear faint sounds of varying pitch
And I can sew with a delicate stitch
My arms are so strong I can lift a tree
I can run so fast that none can catch me
I can see in fog and in the dark too
But you'll have to tell me what I must do