Charity

Alice smiles

It has been years

Since we have had

Proper nourishment 

When we were born

We were not fed

Just handed stones

In our pocket 

All fear escaped

In our dreams

We never quite

Escaped

Now we are beset

By fear

Confused

Reaching out to nature

The big brown eagle

Flying in the sky

Some how 

She makes the world 

Seem less austere 

We will sing

Give pennies to the clouds 

Our very own charity

Hope and grief.