Category Archives: Self compositions

To me it looked like my idea of Heaven, each morning I could see the light streaming in through the upper windows with the dawn unless darkened by rain when I could just lean back on the stone pillow, happy that the wooden floor was softer than my usual cobblestones, happy to dream my dreams away.

Seems quite strange that recently

A note on Facebook telling me

The death of a teacher Mister Lee

Used to teach me chemistry

Round about nineteen sixty three

Newly joined from university

In the school choir you see

Never seemed not busy

Even ran the school library

I went into the barn and looked around

no more frenzied scratching at the ground

hanging seed trays empty of corn

a dismal scene, looking quite forlorn

compared to the scene two months ago

before the Avian flu scourge took it’s toll.

If one door closes

they say that one may open

therein lies the key.

I suppose you would say it was a given

that because I quite liked David Niven

I should have enjoyed,”The moon’s a balloon,”

but sadly found it quite jejune.

Looking for the answers to life’s game has always been

the ultimate search for people such as I it seems

but for many it appears to have been long eluded

and it seems we might have been deluded

by well chosen words of poets in prose and song

where the rhythm carries thoughts along

and if you at first struggle with the theme

read it again and hopefully find the key.

Although for once he’s found a home

without perambulation

none can doubt his desire to roam

with steely determination

but alas I fear the shingle beach

will forever remain out of reach

Winter leaves in haste

with few aspects enduring

frost cuts the blossoms

Silent but proud in lines they stand

in cities and towns across this land

In memory of those who stood before

doing their duty in time of war

some still lost while many returned

horrific images on their minds burned

for all these lives we can but pray

for our tomorrow they gave their today

A sheltered inlet

free from effervescent waves

with Spring comes the storm