I wrote a poem the other day. Before it was over the wind blew it away. I was not sad because the paper was gone. For if you listen, my heart still beats this song. Thum duddle le dum dum. Thum duddle le dum dum. The ants go marching one by one. Hoorah!! Hoorah!! The ants go marching one by one. Hoorah!! Hoorah!! They carry the people over the hill. Who knows what happens? Nobody will. And the ants go marching on. Dun nuh nuh. The ants go marching three by three. Hoorah!! Hoorah!! The ants go marching three by three. Hoorah!! Hoorah!! The birds can no longer see the sea. The ants have carried it away to me. And the ants go marching in on. Dun dun da. And the ants go marching four by four. HooRah!! Hoorah!! The ants go marching four by four. Hoorah!! Hoorah!! And over the hill once again. The splendour and thrills not known to men. And the ants go marching on. Dun da dun! Oh how silly the rainbows are when the get together and drink their tea. My, My, my mother always said.

Africa is great. My sanity, more or less, but the trip is going on quite nicely. I never know what to write when I get on to these silly things, so I wrote what first came to mind. Undoubtedly, I have been graced by the Muse. But I can not brag. NO! For I have done nothing to earn this. It is a free gift from up above for the world around me. No need to thank me. Thank Heaven for the wonderful things of your life. That is where they come from. Not your silly toiling and excessive hard work, but from God above. If only we stopped to believe this, we might enjoy life a bit more. We might be a bit more successful at enjoying Life. However, if you do do a quite successful duty with your daily duties. My apologies. I simply reflected my own feelings on to the whole of humanity, and I realise that their might be several of you out there who will read this and quite possibly be offended because your daily living exceeds my jeering and therefore are not inclined to these words I say; so, if that is you. I’m sorry. My comments are only intended to those with likemindedness, so beware unless the pigeon lays an egg. And out pops a rhinoceros!! I’m losing it. It’s late. Excuses excuses cloud my brain. Perhaps I will see the correct road when the fog is gone. Or can the only escape come from when we stumble upon the correct trail and are then lifted above this pending danger?? I don’t know. I do know we have a guide who will help us to the right direction, whether we see it or not. One day all things will be made clear. Do we have to die first??

And here I find a new dilemma. I wanted to add a note at the bottom which said -Dave, if you post this please do not spell check any changes. Now. If I wrote this entirely for myself. Which at times I thought I did, quite proudly, for I often fear what people think of myself. Now, if you were to speelcheck it and put forth a similar but different display than I produced, Why should I care? for I am writing for myself and not for the sake of others. With this I leave it. I have written my blog. I have spelled out delightful tid bits of my own mind. And I have shared it with the world, or a much smaller section which matters much more to me. I am finished. Goodnight.