Not the normal type
But the kind from death,
Outlives all the hype,
So wide in its breadth.So sad and yet it can leave you
Feeling quite refreshed
It can pick you up, keeps life true
And leave you quite depressed.But it’s only here for half of the year
The rest of the time we have fun in the heat
We can never forget, as long as hearts beat
That we can’t escape the cold, it’s there in our beer.
hmmm… you really are crazy Nick!
Man, this is going to be my piece for English class. ‘Find a photograph (I TRIED), or poem or piece of text or cartton or painting etc. which says something to you about the context of POWER…’