Bandwagon of Hope
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008


Can you see the sun
That runs upon the hills and scenery
The day has just begun
A spark of rust flicks through this greenery

Fields like dreams
Green hills enveloping us here
Sky so blue
No clouds - all is crystal clear

A fire!
Burning higher and higher
The flames!
Reaching out for life

Reach for the dragon
Say us!
Save a place for us

In your bandwagon, of Hope.