Hatchet Pond at Evening Time
Deep in the New Forest
Not far from Hythe and Beaulieu
Reside an expanse of water
Called Hatchet Pond you see
In the evening the waters calm
As quiet as quiet can be
Flat as a person’s palm
Moonlight shines across the Leigh
Bats fly around the water’s edge
In and out of the trees
Swans swim gaily by
Not in twos but fours and threes
People walk around the pond
To get the evening airs
Look out across the water and beyond
Very romantic, hand in hand in pairs
Dogs roam freely sniffing out
All the Ducks and Drakes
Frightening them just like a lout
Giving them all the shakes
The evening draws in fast and quick
With dark clouds casting Moonlight shadows
As the mist rolls in so quickly
Blotting out the nearby meadows
Caravans parked along the lane
Their lights shine in the distant hue
Luminous collars around horses necks
Show up to passing drivers who venture through
Coots and Moorhens make their nests
And settle down for the night
Foxes try to catch their quests
And it gives them all a fright
Driving along past the pond I take
In the extent of the full moons glow
Making the most of all that beauty
I cannot resisting stopping to say hello
Growing Old
I’m a geriatric Hippy
A teenager all my life
It helps me through the daily grind
Amidst all the trouble and strife
My long hair now has disappeared
My bald head shines like a beacon light
With eyes so dim and bones that ache
Combined with teeth that come out at night
Arthritis affects my hands and legs
No bounding about for me
Walking upstairs to bed is such a chore
Even in daylight I cannot see
Sex is just a memory
That stares right back at me
No woman would be allured by my charm
More inclined to laugh you see
It’s a bugger getting old and frail
I’ve shrunk a foot I’m sure
No longer rich and famous
Just a non-entity and poor
My health is no longer as good as it was
Heavy breathing was once a sign of sexual activity
Now it’s asthma and damaged lungs
No more passionate nights for me
So remember the joys of getting old
When the mirror shows you as you are
With wrinkles where there used to be a smile
Oh, how did we sink so far.
It Ripples
It ripples a mountain stream
That feeling that is rarely seen
Deeply embedded in the heart and soul
Like a mysterious black hole
Passion rises at every turn
When apart, the spirit will yearn
A deep divide amongst true feelings
Causes unforgettable leanings
As it winds way down the mountain side
Like the stream love cannot hide
The splash as it drifts over the waterfall
Deep enough to take in all
Eagles Wings
An Eagle soars high above
His wings outspread, he glides away the day
Like feelings deep within a heart
Trapped inside, sometimes hard to say
He looks for some unsuspecting pray
Any small creature will fit the bill
But like love between two mortal souls
Passion rises at will
Sunlight gleams upon his wings
As he rises so high above
And as our lovers walk down leafy lanes
Their thoughts just filled with love
As the Eagle returns high up to his nest
Out of reach of any prying eye
Our incandescent heartfelt pair
Walk through fields as time gently passes by
As our Eagle settles down to sleep
His daily work now done
Two passionate lovers lay in the long grass
For them true love has begun
Early Morning
Early morning comes round again
As the morning Sun peeps through my window pane
I clear the sleepy dust from my eye
And look upward at the bright blue sky
I see the soft white clouds go rolling by
Just like giant powder puffs flying high
Followed by a dark one, does this mean rain?
Could not handle another day of that again
Today feels like it could be good
Just like all perfect days should
Get up, get dressed, cannot lay still
Must venture out into the early morning chill
But with the Sun breaking through the curtain crack
I feel the warmth upon my back
So I thank God for bringing me this special day
And it’s up and out about my merry way
Evening View
The view from my window
Each and every night
As the last throws of daylight
Enter into night
Blue clouds now disappearing
Black one’s stealing in
Taking the place of
Where white ones have been
The trees become shadows
As darkness doth appear
Looking ominous and sinister
Bringing along night-time fear
As the Sun now goes down
And leaves the horizon, a memory from the day
My bedroom becomes showered in darkness
Until tomorrow becomes another day
Moonbeams will glisten and shine
Lighting a stairway to heaven it seems
As I go to bed safely
To seek solace in my dreams
Tucked up in my duvet
Almost out of view of anyone who might see
I await Slumber land and Dream world
Two good friends to me
Nature is a strange thing
It brings pleasure abound
Daylight or darkness
Loud noise or no sound
So as I look out my window
As the daylight closes down for the night
I thank God for invention, my bedroom light
IS THERE
Is there an Angel watching over me
Someone there, I cannot see
Though I imagine a whisper on the breeze
See a face in a cloud, high above the trees
Something seems to be telling me what to do
Follow a path see a doorway, which I saunter down and through
Decisions I make, where do they come from, not me
A Spirit, An Angel, just who can it be
This guiding hand holds the secret to my success
Someone must be looking after me, I guess
A friend, a relative or a complete stranger
Watches my every move, keeps me out of danger
Do Angels really exist? Can I really believe?
They are from Heaven, can I perceive
That this is not just my imagination, or just in my dreams
Or can it be just what it really seems
Could someone or something affect my life in this way?
Keeping me on the straight and narrow, day after day.