The Wind
The wind whistles over the mountains
Across the valley below
Just to let you know it’s there
And to say hello
The chill it brings makes the air go cold
You shiver and shake just to keep warm
It can also bring inclement weather
Hailstones, Rain or Snow
As it howls out its fearful call
Animals run for cover
To find a nice sheltered place
To huddle against one another
Darkened clouds form overhead
You know a storm is brewing soon
As darkness descends you tend to forget
Its only early afternoon
The Trees and Flowers will welcome
The storm that is about to commence
But an Owl contemplates his next move
As he sits upon a fence
The nearby wood seems to be
His refuge throughout the coming storm
So off he flies to sit and wait
Till all returns to norm
The Deer are all running wildly
Frightened at what is about to occur
As other creatures run and hide
Suddenly everything’s a blur
As the Wind and Rain starts to pour down
With Hailstones, Snow and Rain
The Valley becomes a desolate place
Until better weather returns again
Shortly all is quiet
As the storms desist and leave
But leaving behind such devastation
Such a sight is hard to believe.
Spring is around the Corner
The wind has dropped
The Sun now shines so bright
And flowers now burst into life
Ever since daylight
A ladybird has just passed me by
His red wings flutter and shine
Accompanied by a Butterfly
A scene that is so gentle and fine
A Bumble Bee comes bussing by
Collecting Nectar on the wing
Close by upon a branch
A wren begins to sing
A wondrous sight in the morning dew
Even a Hedgehog goes scuttling past
Looking for a morning snack
Until back in the undergrowth at last
A little Robin flies past and settles nearby
And chirps a happy sound
Looking for his morning feed
Worms that come out from underground
The Daffodils are in full bloom
Sharing the lime light with Tulips abound
As other spring flowers pop out their heads
Having spent the winter underground
Spring really is a joyous time of the year
As the Garden comes alive
The Birds are singing their merry tunes
As in the sun they really thrive
The Lavender bush is beginning to flower
Releasing that pleasant pungent smell
That fill the air so beautifully
And attracts the Bees so well
Birds, Animals and insects abound
At this magical time of year
It makes me want to sit and ponder
And release a little tear
And thank the Lord for giving us
Such a wondrous site to see
Yes Spring is here in all its splendour
Where else would you need to be.
My Crystal Ball
As I gaze into my Crystal Ball
What do I see
Is it the future
For you and me
Or just dreams from within my head
No, it's the real thing instead
I can see us together for eternity
So what will be, will be
Happiness love and everlasting passion is ours
It will grow and grow just like the flowers
And will bloom more each single day
Because true love has come our way
My Crystal Ball, this earth of ours
Come Rain, Sun or earthly showers
We will be in love for ever more
Because I can see just whats in store
So my darling never fear
Our love will last for many a year
Through all darkness into the light
Many a hot, steamy passionate night
So everlasting love is ours for the taking
So grab with both hands, not forsaking
Our love will last till eternity
Because its truly real, this you will see
Old Doc Taylor
Many years ago in Redwood as a boy and a man
I’ll tell you the story as fast as I can
About a remarkable person, really special in fact
Who made up for the townspeople, everything they lacked
He was the town Doctor
Saw through many fears
Helped raise the town
For three score and fifteen years
Delivered all of Mrs McCarthy,s babies, fourteen in all
Removed Mr Browns Gallstones, whilst he was lying in his hall
Brought over two hundred children into this world
No wonder his hair was grey and slightly curled
Walked everywhere to somewhere never drove at all
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
Always at hand for everybodys needs
Just could not help but do people good deeds
I remember when the Pox took many lives away
Bus old Doc Taylor, he saved the day
No thought for his own safety, always around
With a kind word and his medicine abound
Most people could not pay but he did not care
To serve all his days , always to be there
That was his life no time for romance
Married to the community, had no second chance
Miss Betty his secretary , loved him no less
Always nearby in a pretty red dress
Though he never noticed, she did not mind
She knew the real man, one who was so kind
During the War when he left to serve
Fought for his country, he had a lot of nerve
Saved man a soldier, thanks to him many came home
It was down to Doc Taylor, they were still able to roam
Came the great winter of thirty nine or so
Many were left stranded caught out in the snow
But Doc did not worry, he was still content
Fighting the elements, if people needed him, so off he went
Came the night of the great Blizzard, whole town buried alive
It would be a miracle if anyone survived
Every one was saved except one who was lost
Alone, out in the snow and the frost
Three weeks later the great thaw came about
People could move, get out and about
But down by the mill, under a blanket in the dirt
We found Doc,s frozen body , he looked so sad and hurt
Frozen to death, out helping others
Tears were shed by us all, brothers, sisters and mothers
This great man had given his life for ours
Trying to help in the end, taking medicine and flowers
To old Mrs McCarthy, having number fifteen
The bonniest baby you have ever seen
She called him Johnny, after the Doc
The man who helped raise us all, liked a shepherd with his flock.
The Shepherd
An Angel appears out of the mist
The trickling stream just now Sun kissed
A beacon in the morning dew
Awakens the stillness that God threw
Over the Mountain and down the Valley
How many times before only he can tally
As she smiles her radiance does elegantly bloom
To lift many a lonely Shepherds early morning gloom
As he watches his bleating flock with care
He never notice’s that she is there
Keeping him out of harm’s way
To help him make through the day
This lonely soul on whom others have lent
To bring them milk and supplement
Their meager lives, harrowing at best
Life is hard for him and the rest
But his beliefs will guide him through
His Lord will show him what to do
A saint full man who gives his all
To his flock so they may not fall
Into danger on the Mountain high
As he whistles and gives a sigh
To appreciate the life that he has received
From his Lord, what he has achieved
His spirit never bending or broken down
Though living miles above the town
People know him as Adam that’s all
No second name that they recall
He walks the Mountains with his flock
Never bothering to take stock
Of the words that others may
About his life he lives his way
The solitude and peace full existence
Has brought about stubborn resistance
To a life in the valley below
What he reaps he will sow
The sheep just wander here and there
As if they know they have no care
They are always safe from harm
No need to be upon a farm
As he goes about his daily life
The Angel watches him through the strife
Of bad weather and other dangers lurking
Unaware he continues without shirking
His duty to his Lord and flock you see
His faith a comfort and will always be
Forever to roam for a million years
No time for pity, no time for tears
The Angel watches, listens and takes stock
Of the Shepherd and his flock
She knows that her presence he always feels nearby by
Though he cannot see her and she knows why
He’s been dead for a hundred years or so
His flock disappeared long ago
But the Mountain he refuses to leave
To go to Heaven, not to grieve
His duty to him is quite clear
By his sheep he must be near
Only ever seen by the chosen few
Wandering amongst the early morning dew
Love is like a River
It just flows and ebbs along it seems
One day passion rises like a torrent
Another it just trickles like mountain streams
Sometimes times love can just be bumpy
Like a boat ride would be at times
Other times it can be fast and furious
Just like when the nearby church bell chimes
But love can be a wonderment
To be with us all our days
And have that some special in your life
Just like the love song says
As we ride the rivers waters
Metaphorically speaking, at least that’s a thought
And make the most of what we have
Love is free, it’s never bought
Like a river love in endless
Will run and run and run
At least it will if you make it work
Full of feeling and lots of fun
So next time you pass a river or stream
Just think about the water and what it can represent
Because nothing brings more pleasure into your life
Than what these three words mean in their content
Rag & Bone Man
Rag and Bone he shouts out loud
Best prices paid he roars
His noisy voice attracts a crowd
But they all stay indoors
He continues on his merry way
His Horse Betty pulls the cart
A real pictures does he make
These two are rarely apart
His horse is now a tired old nag
Worn out from overwork
He himself is no spring chicken
And often feels a berk
As he sits upon the cart
His coat and trousers badly worn
Bad tempered most of the time
Because on his foot he has a corn
Which gives him jip each time he walks
And Betty’s in a sorry state as well
Her legs are tired from all the work
If you look you can soon tell
But they soldier on as best they can
To do the round all day
So always greet them with a smile
As they wend their merry way
Now Tommy has been in this trade
For three score years and ten
Which means he should be retired
Like many other men
But despite his grumpy demeanour
Betty means the world to him you see
They have been together for twenty years
Without each other where would they be
So as the day moves on without buying a thing
It’s back home they go together
Every day is always the same
In good or inclement weather
Paradise Lost
Hold my hand as we walk into Paradise Lost
Through the wintry Snow and Frost
Into a make believe world of Sun and Sand
Where the flowers blossom at the touch of a hand
The Birds and Animals talk and chatter
About what to them, does not matter
A place where our hopes and dreams can come true
And I can tell you truly how much I love you
As we stroll down the path to the magic door
That lets us through for evermore
A Rainbow of colour flits across the sky
As the trees whisper softly in the wind and sigh
While a sandstorm blows gently the Sun works its magic spell
Creating a misty scene, over a watery swell
As the sound of laughter fills the air
We look around but no ones there
The mystery deepens, as we walk on, like we belong
Hand in hand, our magical footsteps, deep and long
The sand warm beneath our feet
As the invisible water ebbs in and out, like a flapping sheet
The sound of waves can be heard in the silent place
As a gentle breeze strokes across the face
So much in love are we unable to comprehend
If and when our dream will come to an end
Hopefully never forever happy we will be
In this place of our dreams meant only for you and me
The Angel
As she sits in perfect peace
The Angel sits in deepest thought
Is it of a past love she thinks?
Or just a moment that she’s caught
Her beauty is beyond compare
Still to be with her forevermore
With her locks of curly hair
Her past life just a far distant shore
Now her life to glide the universe
Watching over many a long lost soul
With her hand to guide them home
Together they will stroll
Her heart maybe heavy
With thoughts that may have been
Of her lovers long ago
And things that she has seen
But she sits alone and thinks
Of what her life is now
Of all the sad souls she can save
With her hand upon their brow
Her white wings shining in the sun
Now it’s her time to sleep
So we must let her settle down
And promise not to peep
The Down and Out
As he awakes to greet the dawn
On his park bench amongst the dew
The Times newspaper he has used for a blanket
The one read by the chosen few
As he stretches out his arthritic arms
And moves his arthritic legs
His eyes now staring up at the rising Sun
As he drinks from his cup, now full of dregs
He greets the day with his usual smile
Though the garden he surveys is owned by the city
As people pass him by and tut
He resents their look of pity
I may be a wanderer he thinks to himself
But self respect I have so much
I need no one’s indulgent stupid remarks
I do not need societies crutch
As he makes his way to who knows where
Each and every day
Spending his days on the road and free
Searching for food along the way
Every dustbin is his restaurant
Each titbit or morsel that he might find
Will keep him alive and independent
He is just the roving kind
Each night he returns to the municipal park
His bench is always there
Another newspaper will keep him warm
So he can sleep without a care
But he is not alone it seems
He has a field mouse for company
Who arrives each night to sleep in his pocket
And will even partake a sip of his tea
As he sleeps he must remember
Not to turn over or disaster could strike
He would crush his little rodent friend
The one he has nicknamed Mike
So together they settle beneath the stars
Out in the cold and rain
And when they awake they both need to rise
And face the world again
Old Roddy, our gallant hero
From fighting, on the Som, in world war one, and yet
Has memories that bring him nightmares
Of things he saw that he would rather forget
Time has passed him by so much
His mind a blank to the person he once was
No one knows a thing about his life as they pass by
The ones who glare and cuss
But he always greets the day with a cough and a smile
Puts newspaper in his shoes to fill the holes
And watches intently as the old park-keeper
Clears up the work of last night’s Moles
As Mike runs off to forage for food
Old Roddy prepares to venture out into the morning Sun
Because his greatest adventure is about to rise
Unbeknown to him it has begun
Because every day is a new beginning for him
Where he will travel only he knows
But he will always return to his park bench home
In the park where the flowers grow
So if you pass him by asleep
Or if he is awake just say hello
Because unlike him you surely will
Not have far to go
And just remember one thing
When you see Roddy out in the rain and snow
He and his little field mouse friend Mike
Have nowhere else to go
His pockets may be empty
His clothes may look like rags
And as he wanders around the place
His worldly goods are all in bags
But that does not make you a better person
Than he ever could have been you see
But for fate and misfortune
It could be you or me
Ragtime Cowboy Joe
When I was a lad, six or seven
I collected Cowboys and Indians
Had quite a few
But my favourite was this one
But no one knew
On his horse Randy
He rode the range
In my imagination
So nothing would change
I was that cowboy
The hero of the day
Arriving in the nick of time
To drive the Indians away
Me, and Randy rode the range
Fearlessly, together, into every town
For when ever danger was lurking
It was us that would bring it down
I lived my life as a cowboy
Sleeping under the stars at night
Though I was really tucked up safe in bed
It felt so real and right
I dreamed every dream that all boys have
Of being something they will never be
But when I dressed up in my little shirt and chaps
I became the person I wanted to be
A little bird flew into my garden
It was a Robin I think
Lands on my bird table and sits in the water
To bathe and to have a drink
Oblivious at first
To any other thing
Seemed to be enjoying himself
Fluttering his damaged wing
He had obviously been hurt
In some mishap or a scrap
And was taking advantage
Of the water laid on tap
But lurking in the undergrowth
Was Blue, next doors cat, an English Grey
Whose was thinking to himself no doubt?
To catch our robin redbreast
Before he flew away
So stealthily creeping nearer
As our little friend did rest
Oblivious to the danger he was in
So far away from his safe nest
But I need not have been worried
Because when the cat did pounce from off the floor
Our Robin was more alert than I thought
And flew in through my door
Standing on my kitchen table
He looked a funny sight
With one wing barely moveable
As he twittered by the light
I put out my hand and he jumped on
As if to say, I know I will be all right
Then I bathed his little damaged wing
And used matchsticks as struts to mend the break
Then bandaged it all up together
A real injured soldier did he make
He stayed indoors with me for almost a week
Sleeping in a box underneath the stairs
His injuries keeping him in a sedate mood
Until, I removed his temporary repairs
Then he flapped his wings and chirped away
So, I opened up the door
And he flew away so majestically
Sadly for me, to be seen no more
The Aerodrome
One Christmas Day morning a few years past
The Fog was quite thick, and was closing in fast
Took my dog Buster, a Golden Retriever, one of the best
To the old Aerodrome a few miles west
Parked off the road, just by the gate
7 am in the morning, did not want to be late
For the day’s festivities, with the family and all
Hopefully a day full of merriment, have a real ball
So out of the car, and off we went
Striding out well, morning felt heaven sent
Fog getting thicker and a real eerie feel
Wrapped up warm against the early morning chill
Walking on the runways now long past their prime
Out in the Fog, it was like returning in time
You could feel the drone of the planes in their time
Feel the presence of the airmen all in their prime
Out of the gloom, a figure appeared
Dressed kind of funny, it really felt weird
In flying suit, helmet, large boots and a jacket
Out in the mist the planes were making a racket
Though startled for a moment, I swiftly said hello
He looked at me strangely, I thought he would go
But he smiled and said Hi, my name is Joe
I am an American Airman, but I guess that you know
I nodded my approval, we shook hands and we talked
Said he came from Kansas, related more as we walked
His piercing blue eyes lit up the gloom
His infectious smile would brighten any room
Said he was married, just wanted to be there
With his wife and children, sat in his old rocking chair
Though only twenty, he looked a lot older than that
I noticed the frown from under his helmet hat
The lines on his face truly said it all
How hard life was now trying to save us all
Suddenly I was startled, by something he said
He missed them all greatly, now that he was dead
He looked at me caringly and just shook his head
Said sorry for disturbing me, it just filled me with dread
I looked straight ahead, dumbfounded at best
Thought I had better go home, I need a rest
As I turned back to face him, he was no longer there
Just as he had come, he disappeared into thin air
I thought I was dreaming, just called Buster
Said nothing to no one, left the situation alone
My curiosity was raised by something he had said
About being in a churchyard and something I had read
About an American Airman, killed in the war
Now I was intrigued, wanted to know more
So I went to the local Library, dug out some books
There on a page, my airman’s good looks
Staring up at me, I found it hard to believe
So more information I set out to retrieve
It seems he had died in his plane that had been his plight
Flying over Southampton, one dark night in a dog-fight
His body was found and buried nearby
No one to mourn, no one to cry
Family so far away, lost forever it seems
Now he’s just a memory, part of their dreams
I will always remember a chance meeting at best
With a poor soul we needed, now hopefully at rest
The Windmill
Against the background of the rising Sun
All starts to move, morning life has begun
Silhouetted against the coloured Sky
Standing majestic, standing high
A Windmill, such a gracious sight
Standing against the horizons bright daylight
Its Blades a master of invention
To turn with the wind is their intention
And grind the corn, to make bread
To ensure all around are amply fed
The villagers in their humble abodes asleep
Oblivious as the rivers waters creep
Turn the wheel slowly with a slight waterfall noise
And moves the cogs inside with such poise
Windy Miller works hard inside the mill
Of dust and powder, he gets his fill
Sometimes he looks like a walking Snowman
As the wheel turns inside just like a fan
Blows up the dust and he gets covered
But to him its part of the job, he’s not bothered
Set at the waters edge in amongst some trees
Which shelter the mill from the winds strong breeze
So in summer, spring, winter or fall
The wheel keeps turning making bread for all
When his flour is at the ready
It’s down the lane with it nice and steady
To his friend Mr Jones the baker
Whose shop is next to Mr Smith the undertaker
In his battered old van, it’s seen better days
But miraculously still wends its merry ways
To do the deliveries down into the town
With a smile, never with a frown
A jovial chap is Windy Miller
In his time a bit of a lady-killer
Was regard as the catch of the day
Until his Martha came his way
Totally smitten once they had met
He soon realised she was the best he would get
Married soon after now live in bliss
Now after fifty years they still cuddle and kiss
Together they make the old mill work well
How long it will last only time will tell
It is a bit battered and needs some repair here and there
However, Windy and Martha have each other, so they don’t care
As long as it still works from dawn to dusk
To make the flour for their grand-daughters babies Rusk
Yes, that is how life evolves for all of us
And time is all we have so don’t make a fuss
An Owl sits high up in a tree
Looking so forlorn
Icicles hang down from the branches
His hat and scarf well worn
The Snow is falling relentlessly
Feet are almost frozen to the bone
His beady eyes glare constantly
As he braves the storm alone
His thoughts return to his old barn home
Which is not so far away
So off he flies through the forest so white
To return another day
As the snow falls on his feathers
He shakes to clean
Back to his safe abode high up in the barn
To wait for more clement weather
Robin Redbreast
A Robin sits amongst the Snow
His redbreast out on full show
A chirpy little bird is he
Has he just come to see me?
His spindly legs with his body so fat
Tasty meal for next doors cat
However, he is alert to all the danger
Because to my garden he is no stranger
Often he flies in to chirp hello
Today especially in all the Snow
I will build a Snowman so he can be sat
On his head, perched on his hat
He sings his heart out just for me
Flutters his wings so I will see
That he has arrived and needs some food to eat
And I always throw some to his feet
Once he has had his daily fill
Off he goes, out of my garden, over the hill
So, I sit and wait until another day
When my little fat Robin comes my way
A Bird
A bird shat on my head today
Why he did it I could not say
Passing below a nice green tree
He suddenly let it go on me
My head was wet, it trickled down
And stopped amongst my disapproving frown
A tissue was required, Oh what a mess
A sorry state I must have looked I guess
As it dripped all down on to my shirt
All embarrassed, feelings hurt
It’s supposed to be lucky someone said
What to have a bird shat on my head
I retorted in an angry mood
Then laughed out loud when situation reviewed
It must have been funny to those near by
To see this bird with a very keen eye
Who flew away not to be seen again
But only his droppings did remain
Is it lucky, we will see
But I won’t forget the day he shat on me.
As the Candle Burns
As the candle burns
The pages turn
With history in the making
But as we read about our past
Of things we thought would never last
And of time that life was taking
Page on page our lives unfold
Of the story to be told
In many years from whence we came
Of battles won, of things invented
People with lives not so contented
No one page is just the same
So as it flickers and sheds is light
We read on well into the night
History unfolding before our eyes
Be it a novel or a book of fact
It takes time for us to react
To release that inner, disguise
As the Candle flickers and burns
The wax down the candle onward it churns
Illuminates the flower bowl as ease
Its red leaves flutter in the light evening breeze
As through yonder window it creeps
While everyone else in the house quietly sleeps
What wonders do we discover and take in?
A wondrous feeling since we begin
To understand from whence we came
Compared to history our lives today are tame
So as I put down my nightly read
Sleep succumbs if I succeed
To contain my excitement of what I have learned
Collected that for which I have yearned
Some detail of our former existence
The love, the pain with no resistance
As slumber overtakes my mind
I am sure tomorrow more knowledge I will find
Shangri-La
A Mythical place so far away
That legend has tempted us with for years
So sublime and tranquil
Kissed only by a Rainbows tears
Where Angels roam so freely
And Doves fly through the bright blue sky
Where the Trees and Flowers whisper your name
How do they know both you and I
A peaceful place where love abounds
No hatred can you find there
Where people roam and wander
With nary a single care
Sweet bouquets wisp through the still night air
The Moon a distant night-time glow
Where time is an immemorial fact
The days and nights pass swiftly by
Like paradise in fact
We all search for Shangri-La
It is here with us on earth
Its love and happiness, by another name
So make the most of what its worth
True peace on earth can certainly be found
When you meet that someone with whom, love takes a hold
Shangri-La exists deep inside your heart
A rarity low and to behold
What’s Gods Address
What’s Gods address
Because when I call he’s out
I sure I have it wrong
Because he never is about
I knock upon his door each day
To call and have a chat
But somehow, he never hears me
What should I make of that?
Is it me I ask myself?
Or has he just gone deaf somehow
I have tried to shout his name out loud
Until sweat springs to my brow
Maybe he will not hear me
Because I have been bad
Perhaps it’s just the way I think
And it has made him rather mad
I will try again tomorrow
This time I will knock quite loud
And climb the stairs to heaven
And catch the nearest cloud
It will take me in the back way
I will catch him unaware
Sneak up silently behind him
He will never know that I am there
So I can tap him on the shoulder
And ask him straight outright
You never open up the door to me
Especially last night
Where were you when I needed you?
I know asking is a pain
But when I want you, you are never there
And you have so much to gain
A sinner I may well have been
But nice with it all the same
I am sure you know me well by now
I know you know my name
You will have to change that door of yours
It’s just too wide and thick
I have knocked and knocked but you never hear
Maybe I should use a stick
Now look God come on play the game
You know I worship you
So let me in and we can have a chat
That is all I want to do
So if anyone knows your new address
Be sure to let me have it
Because I need it more than ever
Not knowing that he loves me, hurts a little bit
Every sinner needs your guidance
Especially those like me
So come on God just open up
And invite me in for tea
Little Jimmy
Little Jimmy is six years old
And spends his life doing what he’s told
Despite this, he has no life
Just abused, a life full of strife
All he wants is a little love to come his way
But for what he gets, he has to pay
His mother beats him with a stick
Thrashes him until he is sick
He fell over and banged himself she says
And tells social workers about his wicked ways
So as to get sympathy for her alone
She even hits him with the phone
It’s in the cupboard under the stairs for you
After she has beaten him black and blue
He hates the cupboard because it’s dark
It’s cruelty that leaves no mark
It’s the mental torture he has to endure
Every day and more for sure
If he does not reach seven who will care
He thinks, no one cares, who will miss him if he’s not there
His father’s as bad but uses a belt
And on his back, he has a welt
Left there from the previous nights beating
As in a corner he was left bleeding and bleating
Sobbing tears, so all alone
He wonders if he will ever be full-grown
How much longer can he take?
This life so cruel and no mistake
He need not have worried he soon knew his fate
As one night his parents came home late
After leaving him locked in his dingy room
With no light on in the dark and gloom
Both were drunk had a few to many that night
And went into a rage when they switched on the light
They saw what nature had made him do to himself
And they beat him senseless with a shelf
Neighbours heard the pitiful screams
It woke them from their peaceful dreams
Someone called the Police, who soon arrived
But it was soon to obvious that Jimmy had not survived
As his life had ebbed away
All his spirit could think of as they took his body away
Was, why me what had he done wrong
To deserve this fate, destiny had it right all along
Social Workers, family and definitely his father and mother
All to blame in one way or another
No one heard his cries for help it seems
Those piercing, blood curdling, desperate screams
How many more Jimmy’s have to die
Before someone starts to ask why
Our system fails so many children in this plight
Despite the failures’, never give up the fight
Jimmy’s parents now in prison where they deserve to be
It’s a Childs right to live life free
From abuse of any kind
To those looking on it is a state of mind
So when you hear that dreadful noise, so heartbreaking
Another Jimmy his soul someone is taking
Pick up the phone, ignore the risk to yourself
Just remember that another parent could be using a shelf
With Jimmy gone and his parents where they belong
We should all ask ourselves what is wrong
That these dreadful situations still exist
Carefully hidden in everyday mist
Watch the Candle
Watch the Candle as it glows
What secrets lie within
Hidden depths of crystal light
What ends where love doth begin?
See it flicker through a glass of wine
As it makes the liquid seem to move
Your lovers face buried deep within the mind
The motion it causes gets into a grove
Dim lights keep the moment special
Her smile lights up the darkened room
And those eyes glow like the moon at night
Sparkling in the gloom
Holding hands, a gentle sigh
I love you, whispered quietly
A loving look emits from deep within each heart
So much in love it’s plain to see
The Candle casts shadows upon the walls
Darkened features move, the flickering palisade weaves its spell
Our two love bird’s bill and coo, impervious to others
How will it end, only they can tell?
A Crystal Rainbow
As I look up in the Sky
Following the recent bout of Rain
A magic crystal Rainbow has appeared
Just like a narrow window pane
The multi-coloured majesty
Glows brightly in the sky
It makes me stop and wonder
From whence, and how and why
It has suddenly arisen
Out from its pot of gold
That lingers at the Rainbows end
Or so the stories told
It is like a Crystal Staircase
Heaven sent for me to climb
So that I may disappear
When it is my time
The different hues that shine so bright
Red, Green, Blue and Yellow
Even Orange on the odd occasion
The whole sight just looks so mellow
One moment my Rainbow is in the Sky
The next it has gone away
Just as mysteriously as it first appeared
To return hopefully, another rainy day
As the Candle Burns
As the candle burns
The pages turn
With history in the making
But as we read about our past
Of things we thought would never last
And of time that life was taking
Page on page our lives unfold
Of the story to be told
In many years from whence we came
Of battles won, of things invented
People with lives not so contented
No one page is just the same
So as it flickers and sheds is light
We read on well into the night
History unfolding before our eyes
Be it a novel or a book of fact
It takes time for us to react
To release that inner, disguise
As the Candle flickers and burns
The wax down the candle onward it churns
Illuminates the flower bowl as ease
Its red leaves flutter in the light evening breeze
As through yonder window it creeps
While everyone else in the house quietly sleeps
What wonders do we discover and take in?
A wondrous feeling since we begin
To understand from whence we came
Compared to history our lives today are tame
So as I put down my nightly read
Sleep succumbs if I succeed
To contain my excitement of what I have learned
Collected that for which I have yearned
Some detail of our former existence
The love, the pain with no resistance
As slumber overtakes my mind
I am sure tomorrow more knowledge I will find
Waiting
Molly sits at home waiting for a letter
From soldier boy Johnny who’s fighting in the war
She’s always hoping that he’s safe and well
And that the battles worth fighting for
Always wondering, always scared
That something will happen to spoil the love they share
Will he, won’t he she thinks to herself everyday
Is he safe, is he still there
When occasionally the letter arrives through her door
Her heart pounds and she jumps for joy
To know he’s still safe and will one day return
So that they will be together again, her wonderful loving soldier boy
Lovers Moon
It’s a lovers Moon
Watching through the trees
As we walk hand in hand
In the cool night breeze
As we sit beneath the old Oak tree
And gaze into each others eyes
In the distance getting closer
Is the sound of an Owls cries
A kiss is followed by a warm embrace
As passions begin to rise
Then we notice up in the branches
The glowing, staring Owls eyes
As he turns his head to watch us closely
As we make love under the moon
He has a disapproving look
As he hoots his haunting tune
We lay together in harmony
Our thoughts for no one else but we two
Carefully watched by our new found friend
Watched by the Moon in the darkened hue
As passing clouds drift overhead
Moonbeams are breaking through
The eerie trees look threatening
As passionate events still continue
Casting a shadow over us as we make love
But it’s such a wonderful fulfilling time
Then we just lay together for the rest of the night
Enjoying the Moon, the Owl, the moment so sublime
It’s a Hard Life
It’s a hard life being a father
All that trouble and stress
From the wife it’s is my hair looking perfect
Does my bum look big in this dress?
You know whatever your answer
You are bound to be wrong it’s so true
She’s upset with you now for ages
So it’s grab the paper and off to the loo
The only place in the house that’s a refuge
A safe haven where you can be alone
So you can do the daily paper crossword
Sitting quietly away from the phone
Because there’s another monstrosity
The call when you answer is never for you
It’s always can I speak to so and so
If you say there not here, Oh what a to do
The kids treat you like their own private banker
Like your pockets is a bottomless pit
If you say, your broke, they can’t have any money
They call you a useless old tit
The Cat hates me deeply religiously
Bites and scratches whenever it can
The Dog growls at me when I go near it
It needs a muzzle like the rest of the clan
The Postman was in a bad mood today
He called me an idiot and a prat
As he stepped all over my Dahlia’s
All because his bike tyres we flat
Let down by some naughty schoolboy
Who thought it would be a good prank
Only to cause a mild disturbance
After which my poor heart just sank
So it’s off to the greenhouse for comfort
A gin and tonic from my secret stash
Away from the family and all others
Where I can sit quietly counting my hidden cash