Strolling past, we stop and chat

I’m riding out, you’re riding back

Weed my garden, seek my good

Work on the farm, helped ‘cause you could


You ask about my younger charges

Neighbours help with tasks the hardest

Sorting out the shed of heartbreak

Eased you, some, of all my heart ache


Chatting, walking, get to know

As neighbours, friends, then off we’d go

Meeting up, and passing by

Now tears are all that fill my eye



Gina Marie – 8/4/2018

The Mark

You are the mark!
Not some, else standard set.
It’s you we’re to aim for,
Not a task to be met.
As arrows you formed us,
Your quiver to fill,
Then released from your bow
Manoeuvred with skill.

It’s the breath of you carrying
With lift, dip and curve;
The darts gliding with purpose
T’ward the one whom they serve.
Fletching in place,
To spin and to stay;
Head of the arrow,
Formed and fit for each play.

Initial design and form, ne’er a change,
On the journey to bow,
Fit for this one arranged.
Fletching and head,
Both with end-goal in mind,
Each one’s journey-story
Determines each one in kind.

Form us and frame us,
The journey, you know.
The mark is your presence,
We’re ready to go.
Breath of life,
When we drop, lift us to soar
Till etern’ly embedded
Deep in your core.