Behind the facade
Oceans swell as lifestyle sells
The bare and barren truth lurks
An imagined Photoshop collage
Draws weary as deliveries stop
Where are you my dear old friend?
The one I knew so well as a child
Take me home…
to the birds that sing,
to the trees that whisper
and the flowers that bloom.
Camille Barr
The nature of creation
I sway in the tree of dreams
Far from the ground of harsh realities
This freedom comes to mind
From a view seldom seen today
The peaceful breeze carries me,
away in a daydream
Into a new world of discovery
How refreshing it is to breathe
Deep, with no sense to hurry
The man-made deadline absent
In the nature of time aligned
In space this was created
To set the centre stage alive
This is the place to visit to remind
The mind where it ‘set in motion’
The imaginative exploration for tomorrow
Camille Barr
