Beyond the ordinary
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Beyond the ordinary
Evening Time Approaches
The night becomes dimmer through the trees
Which gently sway in the night time breeze
The disappearing Sun glows gently in the distance
The afterglow meeting little resistance
As shadows start to form at will
Everything around becomes quiet and still
Tree branches make an eerie sight
As daytime now switches to become night
Shadows form like monsters in a story book
And clouds now darken, a dismal look
Mist gathers gently on the ground
The night makes nary an earthly sound
All quiet and still amongst a gentle wind
Oh how we long for nighttime to rescind
Bring back daylight, sunshine and all
As we awaken to natures call
Oh to hear the birds call at dawn
As they awaken early morn.
The Ghost Soldier
As the battalion races into battle
You can hear a Saber rattle
But as we charge with guns a blazing loud
He can be seen, leading the crowd
A Ghost on horseback brilliant white
In his suit of armor a scary sight
No one can believe their eyes it seems
He should only be seen in blood curdling dreams
But to us he is as real, as we are
Like us has traveled very far
Not in miles, but in time
Like a hero in a nursery rhyme
As we charge on and vanquish our foe
A thousand soldiers all in a row
He leads by example from the front
The cannon fire, he bears the brunt
Can the enemy see him we all think?
Or is it only us, and a curse of the drink
Imaginary or real boldly we wonder
We frightened soldiers in a politicians blunder
As the battle rages, he disappears as quickly as he came
And none of us even knew his name
Garden’s Early Awakening
In the spring all the Flowers come alive
Tulips rear their little head
From beneath the ground looking for light
To brighten up any flower bed
The grass needs cutting out comes the Mower
To shed its winter growth so long
Scampering field mice run away quickly
There’s always work to do from now on
Buds on the Roses looking for life
Getting ready to bloom in all colors
In the early morning Spring Sunlight
Just like all of the others
Also coming alive is the Gardeners pest
Dandelions and Thistles
They suddenly appear from the dead
With their colorful bristles
The Hedges need a good trimming
They have grown so bushy and high
If there not cut shortly
They will block out the light and the other plants will die
The Rhododendrons are blooming
Such a wonderful sight
Their Red and Blue flowers
Glisten brightly in the warm Sunlight
The Birds are singing their little hearts out
Such a wonderful sound
Other creatures are appearing
Even the Mole pokes his head above ground
It’s that time of year
There’s so much in the garden that needs attention
All the Ornament’s need painting
There’s just too much to mention
The Garden furniture is looking sad and rickety
I will be Sanding and Painting all day
But the garden soon looks bright and wonderful to
But that’s the joy of Gardening or so they say
As Spring progresses the aroma in the garden
Is a nice heavenly smell
That’s when you know
All in life is going well
A early walk around the Garden is joy to behold
I will cherish forever or at least until I grow old.
My Garden Menagerie
My Garden has a lot of visitors
Who seem to move in and make it their home
At night the garden comes alive
As they all wake up and begin to roam
My garden seems to be their sanctuary
A Hedgehog moved in not so long ago
A lovely creature like rotund ball was he
But soon he had a mate in tow
Now suddenly the one has now become five
A triplet of Hoglet’s seem to have arrived
It’s cute to see them out together at night
And to see that thy have all survived
I have a hidden trail camera that captures them on film
So I feed them every night
And soon they all arrive to feed
It’s such an amazing magical sight
I also have a Fox who calls in every evening
And I have captured him on film each time he visits
I put some food out for him to eat
Which he eats in a very few minutes
He has a shiny Orange and Red coat
White belly and black ear tips
Though he does not stay to long
He does make a few regular trips
One Day whilst the Hedge hogs were feeding
From the bowl of food I had put out that day
Suddenly a Rat turned up to help himself
I thought the Hedgehog would make him go away
But there they were one either side
Eating away oblivious to one another it would appear to me
I will never understand how this could take place
It just goes to show how strange Garden Creatures can be
There’s a little Robin who hops about at night
And an old Thrush who makes an appearance too
They seem to parade in front of the camera
Showing off that’s what they seem to do
When I retrieve my Camera every morning
It’s great to see all this garden activity
I feel privileged that all these lovely creatures
Should come and visit me.
The Old Man down the Road
Just a short distance from my home
Only a mile or so away
Lives an old man and his dog
Just some old stray
He found wondering around whilst out on his walk
Took him home for a good feed
Gave him someone to whom he could talk
Growing old can be lonely
For a man of ninety-three
A former old war hero
With his pension and gammy knee
But he and Butch his dog
Could be seen around and about
Even though he had trouble walking
Through old age and a bit of gout
His life to him was fulfilled
With an odd beer or two
With Butch his new best friend
They could do whatever they wanted to do
I used to see them pass by
Quite often you see
I would give them a wave
And they would say hello to me
Over the years as time flew by
Seeing them ambling along the lane
Became an early morning ritual
But I still did not know his name
It turned out to be Charlie
So both he and Butch who was an old Labrador
Became great friends of mine
As each morning they passed by my door
They kept themselves to them selves
Rarely did Charlie pass the time of day
Not out of rudeness
Just had nothing to say
But every morning I got a smile a wave and a strong Hello
As Charlie passed by my cottage with old Butch in tow
This went on for many a year
I used to get a wave and hello
Until one Snow layered morning
I was concerned because they did not appear
It turned out that they been found a few miles away
Victims of the snow and the cold I did fear
Sadly now it would seem they never grow older
And amazingly at Charlie’s funeral the church was full with neighbours
Close to a hundred or more all packed together
All sang their hearts out
All had made the effort despite the inclement weather
When it was all over a real surprise was had
When they were clearing out Charlies old house
They did not expect to find much
Just a few meagre belongings and the odd mouse
But hidden away in an old Bureau draw put out of sight some years before
Was a collection of pictures and Memorabilia wrapped in a old cloth
Showing Charlie in Uniform in the First World War
Along with some comrades of his old regiment hidden away from any old moth
There was a small box that was the most astonishing of all
For inside wrapped up neatly was a Victoria Cross and another medal or two
So neat and so small it turns out old Charlie was a war Hero
It’s the secret he kept known only to a chosen few
So it’s amazing to think he was a man I once thought I knew
I used to wave to daily as he passed by my Cottage, him and old Butch the dog his best friend
But never realised he was such a hero
Right up to his life’s end.
Our Mum
Mum washes dishes and cleans all day
Cooks hot meals, come what may
Just to feed her large family
Who appreciate her efforts don’t you see
That’s why Mothers Day is such special time
We like her to rest, to keep in her prime
So we do all the work and let her rest
Because she earned it we are quite a test
A boistrous crowd of kids are we
Quite a leg on the family tree
So Mum deserves all the love we give
Without her how on earth would we live
Nurse Mary
Mary is a district nurse
She travels round each day
To see her patients, give them the care they need
As she wends her merry way
She has her trusty bicycle
Which is nearly as old as she?
But it lets her peddle for miles and miles
So she is as fit as fit can be
In her basket which fits upon the front
She carries all she may need
And she can be seen by every one
Travelling around at her own speed
There’s Mrs Maguire at Appleton Court
A saintly woman of means
But her health is not what it should be
And when Mary calls her face just gleams
To see someone so caring
Who looks after all her needs?
And to while away the time and make some tea
And bring happiness, she always succeeds
Old Mr Partridge at Apple Road
Who lives alone now his wife has passed away
Who is a miserable old so and so
But who Mary still calls on every day
She cooks and cleans but he still moans
The world need’s putting to right
He complains he needs more money from the state
To pay for his television and his heat and light
Saint Mary listens, but has problems of her own
Which intermingles with her own woes?
Being recently diagnosed with cancer
But she feels that’s the way it goes
So she must grin and bear it
Still thinks of others before herself
Has no one at home to turn to
She is a spinster left on the shelf
Married to her profession
Always putting others first
And as usual in life for caring people
They always come off worst
But Old Molly Catapult
A name to conjure with its true
Said it must have been a shot in the dark
Because her family were a motley crew
But Molly loved her garden
Where flowers bloomed all year
And Mary used to help her weed it
They enjoyed doing it together never fear
But as time went by Mary’s health became worse
She began to get tired more quickly than before
And when twilight time is near at hand
She is glad just to get through her own front door
But this particular morning she never arrived at all
No smile for Mrs Maguire, or any of the others too
Mrs Catapult felt so all alone
She did not know what to do
But she contacted the local policeman
Who called to see if Mary was all right?
And after breaking into her cottage
Found she had passed away that night
All her friends were saddened by the news
Her patients most of all
But they all knew how ill she was
And the reaper would someday call
And now in the memorial garden
Just away up the road from the infant school
They have erected a memorial garden
With a Plaque and ornamental pool
Because Mary was the person
On whom all the village could rely
And would be remembered by all that knew her
And even those who passed it by
The work that someone like Mary does
Is sometimes never really appreciated to the fullest extent
Until the day they are no longer there, then it becomes so evident
