The Fumes of January Rise
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

The new year it has begun
And a new day with clear sky and sun
As I watch the dim horizon rise
I let the silence flee my eyes

Our new year it has just arrived
One more mountain we have survived
All the routinous roads we travel
Concrete, Cement, Asphalt, Gravel

This year I feel the winds of new
I feel like singing different tunes
This year I breath the suddle fumes
Artificial gunpowder replacements

Still I have never smelled the truth
Therefore it is to me no use
To tell the different or complain
Without a title has no name