Ivan Pine Poems
|3.||Blair And Callum||7/30/2005|
|7.||Friends In High Places(For Frank)||7/30/2005|
|9.||Roo @ 14||7/30/2005|
|10.||Roo @ 15||7/30/2005|
|11.||Roo @ 16||7/30/2005|
|12.||Anne @ 13||7/30/2005|
|13.||The White Mouse||7/30/2005|
|14.||Fags For Slags||1/11/2006|
|16.||A Cold Day In The Tower||4/27/2003|
|17.||Karen & Lance||4/27/2003|
|18.||Roo @ 13||4/27/2003|
|20.||Stacey @ 14||11/20/2005|
|21.||Stacey @ 15||11/20/2005|
|25.||To Cut A Poppy, Tall Or Otherwise||11/20/2005|
|26.||A Last Lament||1/11/2006|
|27.||Walking The Dog||2/6/2009|
|28.||Ode To Joy||11/20/2005|
|30.||My Special Place||11/20/2005|
Comments about Ivan Pine
My Special Place
My special place is my beautiful bed, because it is nice and warm
And I can forget about my worries.
When I am scared, worried or in trouble, I always go to my bed
And lay there, and then softly drift off to sleep.
My bed is my special place, because I hop into it, lay there
And think, what am I scared of, why I am worried and
What have I done to be in trouble? I sleepily drift off, and
Before I know it my troubles are all over, and I feel proud
About my life.
Frank is in his tower, at Pennsylvania now
Clear reports are his forte; to him we give a bow.
Roseberg on his west, Kentucky on the right,
Keeping a weather eye on things, to prevent a firefight.
Burraga is calling, it’s Sandra on the line,
Wind and weather, clouds about, and everything’s just fine.
Though I have never met her, all I can really say, she’s done a very careful job, keeping fires at bay.