Earth Calling Calling
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

The earth calls out to me
Without number
And it asks me
Not my name

But the future
I remember
And it tells me
It's the same

As the future
That it sees
As the feature
That it needs

And it asks me
But a favor
To take use of
All I steed

In my havoc
My esteeme
But a maverick
In my dreams

And it does spin
Out of boundries
To take us of
All with me

And we march
Under the banner
And we march
On forever

Trying to make
The world better
And better