Rosi Caswell Poems
The Welsh Dragon
Beware the Welsh dragon,
He huffs and he puffs,
And he scares all the children at night.
For the tales of his antics
They trip off the tongue,
Of the elders who have to be right.
He rattles and roars, and wants to come in,
And sit by the fire with your Ma.
He shrieks and he squeals, makes a terrible din,
‘Til you shake in your slippers with fright.
But then comes the morning so sunny and gay,
And the terrors have passed with the light.
And whatever will happen today or the next,
The elders have ...
The Chakra Jewels
Find the strength of diamond,
To polish the colours of the mind.
The sparkling, blood red Ruby root,
Base Amber's orange glow.
The Citrine of emotions,