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BLUE SKY THINKING….

On a random sunny afternoon, sometimes thoughts, ideas, musings from the past, present and future merge as you look skyward. The deepest blue sky and potent yellowy sun start to speak to you in rhyme. So you close your eyes and respo9nd in kind…maybe with something like this…

Sitting in the afternoon sun

I breathe deeply with heat on my back

Not a cloud my eyes can see

My pet dog lies strewn with comfort


The trees sway this way and that

Their shadow cast spookily across my lawn

A small insect escapes the blades

As I watch it struggling to find a path


To dream as I do

It only happens when the sky is eternally blue

A cool breeze refuses to share it’s energy

And supply me, my dog with sufficient air


To feel my dreams develop beyond

An horizon that is impossible to view

How the mind works to supply hope

To those who dare to dream

When sky becomes eternally blue

Radiating heat from the sun

Splatters on my face

On my back on my neck

It’s the suns way of a loving embrace


Yes I dream still of nothing

Into the eternal blue yonder

To find no answers as such

Light years from perdition

I hope and can only wonder


Enjoying the reflective glare

Squinting with delight not derision

My blue sky that is above me;

Could it mean I’m looking;

Directly into the heavens?


A star; yes the celestial being

A yellow ball of sublime heat

And perfunctory light

I sit here to worship your power

With every bone and sinew


The blue sky motivates the thinker

Metastasises the brain like an engine

Churns thoughts, hopes, the unseen shadow

Eyes open wide now as the truth

Waits for you unbidden

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The Bond Poetic Vol 3. Returns in: ” The Finger of Gold “

The third Bond Film still ranks in the memory for several reasons. The gold painted lady, the ‘ejector seat’ stunt and ‘that Jag’, then Bond on the table coming perilously close to becoming a soprano and not living to ‘sing that particular tale’.

At Christmas approaches I’m sure we’ll see the usual catalogue of Bond movies to remind how the whole ‘spy movie’ thing got started and seems here to stay.

It was now 1964

The world no longer on hold

007 faces a nemesis once more

A man hypnotised by Gold

—–

Into the fray Bond tracks his man

They know him  as ‘Goldfinger’

The DB5 speeds through Switzerland

No time to slow down, or to linger

——

Smuggling himself into that life

The Golf course is the venue

Odd Job ensures there is no strife

Then removes a head, that cannot be renewed

—–

A crafty plan is set in motion

Is Pussy Galore the key?

Bond has other ideas with her devotion

To change her mind to switch teams?

—–

Bond is caught in the lion’s den

The criminal fraternity are shrouded in smoke 

Goldfinger’s plan is not an ‘if’, but ‘when’

The men in that room perished by the choke

——

Strapped to a table about five feet high

Bond utters his final convincing words

Goldfinger responds ‘You’re supposed to die’

Bond’s luck is in; as his pitch is heard 

—–

But Galore’s planes are now in the air

Poisonous gases ready to deploy

A change of heart the soldiers it did spare

Denying Goldfinger his moment to enjoy

—–

With a plan B, Goldfinger changes tack

Leave Bond trapped with his Korean brick

Bond gives him a shock when he attacks

A sizzling finale did just the trick

—–

Leiter thinks the job is done

Auric has other schemes and ways 

On Galore’s plane Auric saw the sun

And that was the end of Goldfinger’s days…

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Company of Fools & Poems for the Festive Season (helping you get ready for Christmas)

For two great presents that will give you some welcomed light relief in these dark times here are two choices for your loved ones Christmas stocking!

For a more visual view of the Comedy Drama (with romance attached) Company of Fools is available on Amazon.com/Amazon.co.uk plus another 10 countries in E-book and Paperback see the link below for the trailer & to purchase a copy…(I welcome any/all reviews/feedback)

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClBkYK8VLns4BU0Dud0_fMA

Get ready for Christmas – I hope this will get you in the mood… go here to order your copy:

Again any feedback /reviews welcomed…thanks J W Nelson

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Black History/B.L.M. Vol 2 – October 2020 – J W NELSON

The ‘No mystery to Black History’ continues…(see #nomysterytoblackhistory on Twitter @jwnelson3.com)

WHO ARE WE? (my personal memories)

We could be the man at the very top

We could be the man with the quiet Karma

Reaching a summit some thought impossible

Achieved by none other than Barrack Obama

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We could be the global female lead

We could be the host, inspirator, a champion for all to hear and see

We should focus on ‘Key, Significance and small victories’

We could also follow our very own Oprah Winfrey

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We could focus on winning our race – Daley?

Could we win ten challenging events – all at one time?

We could achieve the highest accolades of GOLD

Thompson’s record is purely and simply sublime

Nyota Uhura | Memory Beta, non-canon Star Trek Wiki | Fandom

We could be the ‘black beauty’ : out of this world

Nichelle caused a stir with ‘that first kiss’

We now thankfully live in changed times

It is something thankfully we do not miss

Bermuda actor Earl Cameron British

We could be the ‘Thunderball’ 8 – yes that’s black

Earl started something that others did discern

A man of longevity – yes his life covered a century

Another inspiring target for us all; from which to learn

Tina Turner - Age, Songs & Husband - Biography

We could be the voice of our nations

Powerful, moving, seducing and hot like a burner

Songs and melodies from the past into the future

Yes, we could all do with a bit of ‘The’ Tina Turner

Who Am I, Again? by Lenny Henry review — a touching and affectionate memoir  | Culture | The Sunday Times

We could be funny, colourful, bold and a first?

Sweet sixteen in the 70’s made many choose Lenny

We could produce magic amid a torrid racial backdrop

In an era where up the Hill; there was another funny man called Benny..

659 Trevor Mcdonald Photos and Premium High Res Pictures - Getty Images

We could be in the news

We could be the first colour on your screen

We could follow Trevor’s poise, professionalism and attitude

We love to having him on our Team…

Black History Month programme | St Catharine's College, Cambridge

We are everyone, everything, just like you

We have beautiful, hair, colour, skin and eyes

We are proud, clever, funny with intelligence

We are here, we are all together, let’s all keep aiming for that prize…

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Black History/B.L.M. Vol 1 – October 2020 – J W NELSON

‘There’s no mystery to Black History‘ (that’s my little poetic saying). Parents from Jamaica. I have traced my ancestry back to the point when slavery was just abolished (around 1834).

And now nearly 200 years later in the UK my son and daughter are just learning about Black History in school. Wow. Is this ‘Titantic’ ship starting to turn? Who know, hopefully for everyone of colour, wherever we are all are, whatever status we hold, just maybe there are slivers of light appearing amidst the once long and eternally dark tunnel, that we have been treading.

As a would be poet, below is my first take on the many wonderful black inspirational people that have had endure; so people like me, don’t have to as much. More to follow throughout October (and maybe beyond) on other topics.

WHO ARE WE? (starting with the past)

Commemorating Rosa Parks Day | SFMTA

We could be the person on the bus

Your name may be have been Rosa Parkes

Your life made to suffer by the colour of your skin

Yes; they have tried to eat us; those ‘white sharks’

Assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. - Wikipedia

We were the people without a voice

But Martin Luther made them hear

Look what they did to our dear proud brother

Because he made ‘them’ see what they all feared

Jesse Owens vs Adolf Hitler, Berlin 1936 Olympics | The German who helped  humiliate the Fuhrer

We are the ones that move fast

Yes; Jesse Owens showed the dictator this

In the face of complete and utter oppression

It’s something that hasn’t quite fallen over the precipice

The Assassination of Malcolm X - Biography

We have own Marvel Man from the past

No wheelchair in sight; but his name has an X

A voice for black empowerment

And contrary to many he wasn’t always vexed

The Story of Phillis Wheatley. By Elizabeth Warren | by Team Warren | Medium

A personal mentor; the first black female poet

If you don’t know; Phillis Wheatley was her name

George Washington recognised the talent

For every poet; she should be in your ‘hall of fame’

David Blight on Frederick Douglass: 'I call him beautifully human' | Books  | The Guardian

We need to be like our once enslaved Frederick Douglass

He fought to support those via the abolition of slavery

Putting pen to paper for all to read

His life, his very own Black History

Thurgood Marshall: 20 Facts - Legacy.com

We are the ones that Marshall the Good

Overturn the wrong for the right

Winning against segregation for the learning to occur

We thank him for providing; ‘out of darkness’ we too now have light

Muhammad Ali | Biography, Bouts, Record, & Facts | Britannica

We are among the ‘greatest’ ones that had to rumble

The man with fists and feet of flight

Yes Cassius/Muhammed Ali knew how to move

You couldn’t stop him talking either; any day or night

Oscar win proved Sidney Poitier was second to none

We are the ones that have had to ACT

Mr. Poitier the consummate pro; won an Oscar

Imagine that in an era for his accolade

Showed that black people could also raise ‘the bar’

Harriet Tubman - Family, Underground Railroad & Death - Biography

We should be Harriet Tubman the saviour

Literally saving over 300 enslaved souls

Nursing her community to a better educated life

She was dedicated, selfless and bold

Unbought And Unbossed': When a Black Woman Ran for the White House | At the  Smithsonian | Smithsonian Magazine

We are the forerunner’s to make things happen

From a seat of power to make the change

Shirley Chisholm started the political race

And now her stepping stones has put us on the front page

Madam C.J. Walker - Products, Daughter & TV Show - Biography

We are the entrepreneur’s with a million in the bank

Madam C J Walker knew how to make ‘hair pay’

Making jobs for over 3,000 people at that time

Means we continue to use her genius every single day 

Review: Marvel's 'Black Panther' Is Politically Passionate Blockbuster  Filmmaking

We are everyone, everything, just like you

We have beautiful, hair, colour, skin and eyes

We are proud, clever, funny with intelligence

We are here, we are all together, let’s all keep aiming for that prize…

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Company of Fools (review by D. Donovan, Senior Reviewer, Midwest Book Review).

Company of Fools

J W Nelson

Independently Published

9798677697968      $3.99 Kindle / $10.99 paperback

Ordering: https://www.amazon.com/COMPANY-FOOLS-Selling-Tricky-Business-ebook/dp/B08GHSBJWR

Company of Fools: Selling for Love & Life, Is a Tricky Business considers the unfulfilled ambitions of Justin Whalley, who dreams of success in love and career, but instead faces a series of disasters.

His upbringing and countenance are unremarkable, his family “close, but in a distant, unspoken way” which he mirrors in an adult life, which is quiet. Despite the fact that Justin has resolved to “not end up like them, content with very little, and had no freedom, no place to call their own,” the fact is that he’s in danger of doing just this, until he stumbles into high drama and death at work and comes to realize that romance and success come with price tags.

As new opportunities in business and love change his trajectory and his relationships, Justin finds himself out of his league in many ways, discovering more conundrums and complexity to living a vivid life than he’d imagined: 

“We ventured our separate ways, with my mind flicking back and forth over Tom’s wife and her son. Vicky sat alone in some hotel probably crying or bored shitless. Chelsea at work and her precocious little Robert, who was slowly becoming a thorn in my side. Shaun soon to skulk off back to Dublin. And Errol rolling around with the leggy and the sexual ‘one look and you’re turned on’ Sally. Who said my life wasn’t exciting?”

J W Nelson does a fine job of taking an ordinary, common man with quiet ambitions and turning his life upside down. There’s a cast of characters that surround him in work and romance and affect his course in life; there are situations that leave him swimming against the tide; and too many possibilities leave him both excited and frustrated over his life’s unexpected changes.

Justin’s attempt to stay on course against this onslaught of change and challenge makes for a fun, engrossing romp through life that juxtaposes philosophical considerations with psychological growth: 

“These transcendent thoughts are like smoke, here now and disappearing in a flash. Living in the moment, I had to remind myself. Focus on my true inclinations from the start. On my work goals. My life goal, utilising the experience and support from those around me.”

Company of Fools depicts an ‘Everyman’ changing the course laid out by family and his own expectations of what life is. Its tale of irony and opportunity, the mixed bag of success and unexpected obstacles, and the process of overcoming hurt and failure to enter a better life provides a gripping story that is poignant, funny, and thought-provoking all at once. It’s infused with British culture and changing relationships that keep readers both on their toes and delighted by unexpected twists and turns.

For a visual trailer of Company of Fools go here:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClBkYK8VLns4BU0Dud0_fMA/videos

The Bond Poetic – Episode 1.9 ‘Golden Armour’

007 returns to pit his wits against an assassin that use a Golden Gun to finish off his targets whilst being paid a cool $1million…

This and all episodes of the Bond Poetic are available as a Podcast (via Anchor/Spotify) and available on other podcast platforms like Apple and Google.)

Golden Armour

Moore moves onto to the ‘asia scene’

 The Solex Agitator is now the prize

007 must remain trim and lean

To avoid his possible demise

Power and energy are in short supply

Nations seek answers in the sun

Scaramanga has ideas to deny

Buy using his unique ‘Golden Gun’

Bond tracks the mistress, Anders

That bullet with 007 etched on

In the casino; Bond doesn’t flounder

At the hotel, Anders knows the game is on

Hai Fat is tricked by 007

Scaramanga gets there first

Bond escapes death;maybe heaven?

A Golden Bullet send’s Fat home, in a hearse

The Solex is now in play

Goodnight supports the team

Scaramanga flees; flying away

In the boot, she is nowhere to be seen

The stage is set for the highest bid

Scaramanga’s end game for cash

It’s the right time to lift the lid

With blaze from a bullet with a flash

Nick Nack leads Bond into the maze

Reflecting Bond’s hopes and fears

Triumph for 007;ending Scaramnga’s days

Then he celebrates; whispering in Goodnight’s ears…

The Bond Poetic – Episode 1.8 ‘Let me Live!’

Following on the heels of George Lazenby after spending years playing ‘The Saint’ on our TV screens – Roger Moore steps up as the ‘new’ 007 with his own ‘slick’ style of portraying the global superspy…

This and all episodes of the Bond Poetic are available as a Podcast (via Anchor/Spotify) and available on other podcast platforms like Apple and Google.)

Let me Live!

It was in June 1973

A new ‘ Bond’ came to the fore

No more Sean Connery

Hello & welcome to Mr Roger Moore

No more global spectre games

Local issues are now the fight

Drugs are the target; the aim

007 meets a new ‘dark knight’

He is big; the ruler of San Monique

He uses ‘magic’ to threaten and scare

His methods are indeed unique

Bond may have something new to fear

The UN is the centre of attention

Kanaga ‘Whispers’ into the big apple too;

Bond comes close to his perdition

He now knows what he needs to do

What is the future for 007?

What does the Tarot card say?

Will it be hell or heaven?

Will he find out without delay?

Who is this mysterious Solitaire?

The cards tell a different story

Rosie’s life is now ashes, in the air

Mr Big, moves on; in search of glory

Two faces become one

Mr Big and Kanaga are the same

The ‘white powder’ must be undone

We now know who to blame

Solitaire loses her gifts & charm

Samedi is called to make sacrifice

Bond skips the crocs ; they do him no harm

Who says crocodiles can’t be nice

Samedi meets his doom

In a ‘coffin’ of poisonous snakes

Kanaga’s gassed and fills the room

His remains are cleared up with a rake

Leiter sorts out the lovebirds

The last train by the CIA host

When nothing could be more absurd;

Then Samedi returning; as the ‘laughing ghost’…

The Bond Poetic – Episode 1.7 ‘Yes Your Majesty’

A new 007 takes to the stage in the form of George Lazenby – this would be his only first and only Bond film – the 7th in the franchise.

This and all episodes of the Bond Poetic are available as a Podcast (via Anchor/Spotify) and available on other podcast platforms like Apple and Google.)

Yes, Your Majesty

A new Bond stands centre stage

He is anything but Lazy

Following Flemings every page

The Swiss scenery might leave you hazy

It’s Blofeld, now the Telly (aka Kojak)

The goal; global food poverty

No fear; Bond has a Columbo Mac

Just one last question is the key

Bond meets and saves the fallen lady

He survives his usual scrapes

Her father worries about his baby

Bond agrees to be her date

Draco is a link to finding ESB

Bond is in love taking his breath

12 women seem as happy as can be

Bond learns; they are the ‘angels of death’

A proposal of marriage follows

Amidst the ever impending doom

Something genuine; never hollow

You can feel ending coming soon

A snowy backdrop is left behind

Bond and wife escape and are free

The last twist of the knife,  Bond did find

It’s time for perdition for the lovely Tracy…

The Bond Poetic – Episode 1.6 ‘The Forever Jewel’

(This and all episodes of the Bond Poetic are available as a Podcast (via Anchor/Spotify) and available on other podcast platforms like Apple and Google.)

Episode 6 of the Poetic versions following the James Bond Films starts with the three time Bond theme song singer Dame Shirley Bassey (Diamonds are Forever – this poem/film/ – Also Goldfinger & Moonraker).

The Forever Jewel

Connery returns; not forever

Diamonds are now on the menu

ESB needs to be sent to the never, never

Leiter is still part of Bond’s crew

Wint and Kidd are the hired guns

Whyte is  the man behind the money 

Too many Blofeld’s is no such fun

When smuggling tastes better than honey

In Amsterdam Bond is Franks

Can he pass the test?

Tiffany prefers to head to the bank

To Vegas then; they head there next

Are diamonds really real?

Nobody seems to know

Q, M, Leiter made the deal

Now it’s time for the ‘real’ show

Tiffany should have assisted Bond

In fear she hands the prize on

Fleeing is the same as to abscond

But realises her error must be undone

In Whyte’s house, Bond sees double

No; not Wint and Kidd

Bond is captured and put in a bubble

And then they close the lid

007 evades a certain death

He gets help from an old enemy

At Blofled’s lab they learn the depth

Of his Diamond laser satellite beam

Blofeld validates his weapon from on high

Nuclear sites reduced to rubble

Will the nations bow down to comply?

Or will Bond’s team; get them out of trouble?

An oil platform is the place to be

Explosions and bullets fly

ESB’s escapade ends at the bottom of the sea

Bond ensures Witt and Kidd also die…

The Bond Poetic – Episode 1.5 ‘Two Lives for Mr. Bond’

Episode 5 in the Poetic spy thriller franchise sees Bond die twice? or Live twice?…either way it makes an enthralling watch (or listen) as you are taken through ‘ Two Lives for Mr. Bond’…

(This and all episodes of the Bond Poetic are available as a Podcast (via Anchor/Spotify) and available on other podcast platforms like Apple and Google.)

Two Lives for Mr Bond…

Who says nothing lasts forever

Many have given it a try

Death can give you a lever

The only way to freedom, is to die

Bond does just that

What is the hell is going on?

007 is human, not that ‘cat’

Oh wait, I’m afraid it’s just a con

In ‘67 the scene is now set

Two superpowers pitched against the other

What are the answers they will get?

Is Spectre the one behind all the bother?

In Japan Bond seeks to learn more

With the help from an unusual source

Someone is paying Spectre for sure

Now it’s time separate; via an explosive divorce

Looking to the skies two rockets disappear

One from the USSR and from the USA

The countries then realise their worst fears

They leave it to Bond; to save the day

Tiger bears his friendly claws

To benefit the side of the good

Plotting to inject a fatal flaw

Under Spectre’s rocket hood

Bond ducks and dives, saving his skin

Osato and Brandt may yet pay the price

Bonds escapes with a win

Brandt is fed to the piranhas; nice..

Tanaka assists Bond to find the secret base

There he finally meets the infamous E.S.B.

That ‘Cat’ is there just in case

As the ninjas await their final finale

A mass interdiction gets under way

Bond and his team attack from all around

Spectre’s leader has one last thing to say

‘I’m off’, and is nowhere to be found…

The Bond Poetic – Episode 1.4 ‘ Thunder & Balls’

The fourth episode in the Poetic series sees 007 take to new ‘depths’ to save the world once again in 1965…

(This and all episodes of the Bond Poetic are available as a Podcast (via Anchor/Spotify) and available on other podcast platforms like Apple and Google.)

Thunder and Balls

The years roll on and Bond is still alive

‘Awake Mr Bond’ to the Thunderball

The year is set; its now 1965

Will James answer the call?

MI6’s nemesis remains alert

Spectre have stolen the atomic prize

No time for Bond to ‘chase the skirt’

Focus now: on Spectre’s timely demise

To escape from his latest tight spot

Finally Q delivers Bond tech in style

Remaining cool; never hot

Bond raises the stakes and flies

Into the Caribbean delights

Into the den of Mr Largo

$100 million is in his sights

Has Bond immunity against Ms Domino?

The world is on the brink

That ransom has to be paid

They need a ‘boat’ that won’t sink

Underwater is where the battle will be played

In widescreen view you did see

Leiter support the mercurial Bond

Fleming’s heroes fight the enemy

No time for fear or to abscond

A first time aquatic leads the way

Largo knows the waters below

The Bond/Leiter combo manages to hold sway

Our enemy gets a hit and a blow

Miami is the final location

On board Domino gets her sweet payback

Largo retires on a permanent vacation

There’s no need to continue the attack

Into the arms of Bond does she fall?

M, surely would not approve

Maybe this once for saving the Thunderball

You can’t stop 007 when he’s in the groove…

When Final Whistle Blows

When the final whistle blows

How will you feel?

Has Kane and Sterling boosted our mood

Will Pickford protect our goal like a shield?

When the final whistle blows

Can Kalvin and Rice protect us?

Or will Stones and Maguire safeguard our back

Or should we ‘Jose’ and park the bus…

When the final whistle blows

We can rely on climbing the ‘Mount’

We see Reece James fly down the wing

Leaving the ‘Italian Job’ with money to count

When the final whistle blows

The young Bellingham and Sancho arrive;

Speed and skill intertwine

Our ‘young bloods’ are start to thrive

When the final whistle blows

Saka and Grealish move at pace;

Let’s trouble the Italian old guard

And give them something else to face

When the final whistle blows

Foden and Rashford add more to the mix;

Left or right makes no odds

A problem we hope the Italians can’t fix

When the final whistle blows

Walker and Mings sit tight;

Calmness plus speed suits us fine

In any match, any day or any night

When the final whistle blows

We hope to be ‘tripping’ the light fantastic;

At any moment you may not be Shaw

Fingers crossed we won’t need anything too drastic

When the final whistle blows

Where will you all be?

It could be heaven or in some hell of a place

We’ll all have to wait and see

When the final whistle blows

55 years is a long time to ‘roam’

I just hope and pray; with a nod and a wink

Gareth; will bring our football home…

Qualities of Life (for a Happy New Year!)

QUALITIES OF LIFE (all year round)

               Always be tidy

              Always be clean

              Always be generous

              Never be mean

—–

              Do your best for your neighbour

              Do your best for your friends

              Do your best for all concerned         

              And respect for you will never end

—–

              Try to be humble

              Try to be meek

              Try to be reasonable

              As this is what we all seek

—–

              We strive for perfection

              We strive to do our very best

              We strive for all our lives

              To pass life’s hardest test

—–

              To live with one another

              In peace and harmony

              If we each do our little bit

              Then maybe one day-we’ll all be free…

Wishing everyone across the globe the happiest of new years considering were most of us are. Keeping a positive frame of mind as much as we can for ourselves and each other. J W Nelson.

A CHILD IS BORN (from Poems for the Festive Season)

Your day or reckoning is here! – well that is a little melodramatic – but yes its a day of hopeful joy, togetherness and time with loved ones. Enjoy yours as best you can. Happy Christmas and new year to you all.

A Child is Born

A  story from far, far away

Told of a young baby born in hay

Surrounded by the spirit of power

That came down from heaven in an invisible shower

—–

It was cold everywhere outside

No one wanted to help, instead they’d hide

Keeping mother and baby at bay

Until kindness showed them where they could stay

—–

Little did anyone but a few know

The prince that god through Mary did bestow

A future to help save sinful mankind

A role of great importance it would not be a bind

—–

The carrier of peace in his heart

He would do this right from the start

Doing all he could across the world

To man, woman, boy and girl

—–

At this time special time of year

We do well to remember; to shed a tear

For an ultimate sacrifice displayed

The debt of our sins, he paid

—–

Let’s not mourn but celebrate

By honouring, not to berate

Joining family, friends and the needy

Reflecting on not becoming too greedy

—–

Share amongst the magic of this time

With good food and maybe some wine

The universal spirit that from this will spawn

Brings us back to why the child was born.