I used to have a dog
living with me,
I used to have a boxer,
red and white, a pedigree.
I loved that boxer,
the way he used to play,
the love, attention,
that he used to display.
He used to be disobedient and boisterous
'I'm getting angry; I used to say,
I loved that dog,
but sadly he passed away.
This is in memory of that dog,
'the milky bar hero' was on the kennal's log,
but to me he was just plain old 'Ben',
my sunshine, my laughter, my little gem.
living with me,
I used to have a boxer,
red and white, a pedigree.
I loved that boxer,
the way he used to play,
the love, attention,
that he used to display.
He used to be disobedient and boisterous
'I'm getting angry; I used to say,
I loved that dog,
but sadly he passed away.
This is in memory of that dog,
'the milky bar hero' was on the kennal's log,
but to me he was just plain old 'Ben',
my sunshine, my laughter, my little gem.
Here comes the rain,
here comes the snow,
here comes the thunder,
the night begins to glow.
I can hear the rumble
of the raging seas,
I can hear the screaming
of washed-away dreams.
I can see a tornado,
it brings me to my knees,
leaves terror and destruction,
and a smell in the breeze.
I can hear the torture
of people with no lights,
no warmth, hot water,
no heating, cold sleepless nights.
I guess, nature's showing her power
in the midnight hour.
here comes the snow,
here comes the thunder,
the night begins to glow.
I can hear the rumble
of the raging seas,
I can hear the screaming
of washed-away dreams.
I can see a tornado,
it brings me to my knees,
leaves terror and destruction,
and a smell in the breeze.
I can hear the torture
of people with no lights,
no warmth, hot water,
no heating, cold sleepless nights.
I guess, nature's showing her power
in the midnight hour.
I can't fight the drug,
I take it like a mug,
I can't take the pain,
it's all in vain,
It's taken it's toll,
it's in my soul,
blame it on society,
for always bleeding fighting me,
it's just not fair,
don't you even care,
I'm looking for some sympathy,
the lord, he's not forgiving me,
I'm dying for my grave,
and the money I'll save.
I take it like a mug,
I can't take the pain,
it's all in vain,
It's taken it's toll,
it's in my soul,
blame it on society,
for always bleeding fighting me,
it's just not fair,
don't you even care,
I'm looking for some sympathy,
the lord, he's not forgiving me,
I'm dying for my grave,
and the money I'll save.
When I was a young boy, life was cruel to me,
when I was a young boy, my daddy hurt me.
When I was a young boy, my eyes were black,
I could not see.
when I was a young boy, an empty room I stay
when I was a young boy, bed springs where I lay.
when I was a young boy, I still remember today.
when I was a young boy, my daddy hurt me.
When I was a young boy, my eyes were black,
I could not see.
when I was a young boy, an empty room I stay
when I was a young boy, bed springs where I lay.
when I was a young boy, I still remember today.
All god's creatures, his sons and daughters,
walk the earth with a purpose,
I don't know what it is, all I know is it's to live,
Just like those who walked the earth before us.
Some say you see a bright light at the
end of a tunnel, me, I just think that's a load of rubbish.
If you die slow, memories of your life grow.
If you die quick, then it's lights out, click.
walk the earth with a purpose,
I don't know what it is, all I know is it's to live,
Just like those who walked the earth before us.
Some say you see a bright light at the
end of a tunnel, me, I just think that's a load of rubbish.
If you die slow, memories of your life grow.
If you die quick, then it's lights out, click.
where would I go from here,
where would I stay?,
will I live in fear?,
I'm telling you there's no way.
I could hitch a ride,
At the side of a road,
Ask if they mind to be so kind,
To lighten my load
I would catch the sun,
On a hot summer's day
Where buffalo run,
Dreamer, that's what they say.
I would sail the seas
To look for my future,
Do as I please
That's something I could get used to.
It would be a wonderful thing
To be getting around,
And hear gods creatures sing,
It's a beautiful sound.
I'm deep in thought
Of new friend's and faces,
A new life cannot be bought
So I'm off to my far away places.
© Paul C Walton 2000
where would I stay?,
will I live in fear?,
I'm telling you there's no way.
I could hitch a ride,
At the side of a road,
Ask if they mind to be so kind,
To lighten my load
I would catch the sun,
On a hot summer's day
Where buffalo run,
Dreamer, that's what they say.
I would sail the seas
To look for my future,
Do as I please
That's something I could get used to.
It would be a wonderful thing
To be getting around,
And hear gods creatures sing,
It's a beautiful sound.
I'm deep in thought
Of new friend's and faces,
A new life cannot be bought
So I'm off to my far away places.
© Paul C Walton 2000
This is some poetry that I wrote a few years ago that I had hanging around doing nothing. So I thought that I'd add it to this blog in case you felt like reading it. I no longer write poetry as this was just a faze that I was going through! I hope you enjoy reading it as I did writing it.
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About me
This blog is all about my life… my life of mountain biking and ideas I’ve acquired through the years. As an average everyday mountain biker, the learning doesn’t stop. I try to feed my mind in my own little way by writing and promoting this blog. I would like to share what I have learned through this blog with you. Let this blog be an additional resource for your mountain bike needs, and maybe you'll find some much needed ideas you may not have given much thought to before.
My name is Paul Walton, an engineer slave and spare time mountain biker/blogger. Blogging about mountain bikes has become and undying passion, spending most weekends and afternoons on the internet blogging. As well as riding bikes, writing about it also is what I love to do.

