032110c Another Trials On Me Poem by Manonton Dalan

poor fellow digging
the brownish fairway
i could sense his agony
looks back precariously
i feel bad i can't be help
poorly coach to begin

we waited for their group
to get farther with contemp
but we keep it to our selves
i whisper to myself be calm
many mores holes to come
hawk on a tree looks, laughs

sun don't mind she's full shine
so as the trees they're in line
my feet are edgy so as my tee
i let harmony prevail over me
i dream of you god of mercy
this is but another trials on me