
They consider it just another flight
while sirens wail, spotlights pierce the sky,
the aircrew know they will do or die.
They consider it just another flight
while sirens wail, spotlights pierce the sky,
the aircrew know they will do or die.
Filed under Self compositions
With his navy blue jersey and black tar-hardened breeches his be-whiskered, weather-creased features formed a half smile as he sat upon the black and white iron bollard. Reaching down with his left hand he lazily stroked the rope sitting loosely on the jetty. He remembered the days when he too had worked with ropes and spars, thick hawsers and thin guy ropes, all had passed through his bent, gnarled, rough-skinned fingers. He could tell where every piece of Manila, hemp or coir had once been grown ready for harvesting and making up into the ropes that secured ships and boats throughout the world. All of them natural, lovingly twisted into multi-usable things. Now the ropes were all man-made, manufactured from plastic, never rotting, floating for ever when discarded, trapping birds, damaging all sea life, more debris in the corruption of the seas.
Filed under Self compositions
At six o’clock the vespers bell,
in gloomy silence through the aisle
eight black clad figures slowly file
I waking now, might fear in hell
but memory my chest would swell
as fulfilling spiritual need
I turn the page from which I read
the chosen passage of the day
while with heads bowed my brothers pray
as we avow our daily creed
Filed under faith, Self compositions
Sea and sky entwined
like lovers, viewed from afar
our one blue planet
Filed under nature inspired, Self compositions
As I walk along the sunken path
bordered both by fence and trees
my mind to calmer days is cast
when on most days there would be seen
men on horseback but more on foot
herding ponies, poultry, pigs or sheep
for this was once the road they took
down the valleys, over mountains steep
with dog and shout they drive them on
until at last their journey’s done.
Filed under Rural life, Self compositions
Founded in 1921, the Royal British Legion has been supporting the Armed Forces ever since.
Filed under Factual, Re-blogged, Stirring the memories
Bowing my head I raise my eyes
in homage to the unknown men
and women who with just a pen
possessed the vision to design
these buildings reaching to the skies
where men may worship God on high
then secretly they gave their plans
to other experts in their field
for whom the blocks of stone did yield
when summoned from throughout the land
hammer and chisel in their hands.
Filed under Christian, Factual, History, Self compositions
You must forgive my misty eyes,
memories often make me weep
and even though I try to sweep
them off, they make me realise
I should forget them, as if lies,
but this I find so hard to do
replacing them with something new,
a task for which I may need help,
leave gloomy thoughts upon the shelf
but then see the futility
for they keep flooding back to me
from deep within my inner self.
Filed under Self compositions, Stirring the memories
It was time to spend more time at sea
with a tear she vowed to wait for me
but only after the second letter
she told me she’d found someone better
I suppose really I should have known
the love of my life had a heart of stone
Filed under Factual, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
The announcement that we all expected
came cutting through the usual noise
of children occupied with toys,
from household chores thoughts deflected,
eyes and ears to screens directed,
sombre is the next announcement
as they hear the dark pronouncement
today life has come to an end
for well loved husband, father, friend
reflecting on a life well spent
Filed under Factual, From the heart, Inspired emotion, Self compositions, Uncategorized
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