Saturday 22 June 2013

June - Should be Hot... Published Cambridge News 22 June 2013



June

June should be hot and when it is not
It’s a great disappointment to all,
To the gardener alone will wet weather atone
For the cold and relentless rainfall.
And even to him the outlook is grim
When the gale and the hail destroy all.

But the skies are stupendous, the clouds are tremendous
In indigo, lilac and white,
With cumulus high piled up in the sky
Resplendent with edge bathed in light
(or uniform grey for day after day
Reflecting out spirit’s sad plight)

But hope springs eternal, the sun is diurnal –
Perhaps she will shine the next day.
The weather will swing
And the birds again sing
All will be well as the flower buds swell
And cricket continue its play.

(or perhaps I should say tennis?)






Wednesday 19 June 2013

Rescue Bear




Rescue Bear


I’m a huge rescue bear
Who was found on a skip
Because they didn’t care
I was left in a tip

A magnificent bear
Of breed and distinction     
I’m distinguished and rare
Due to size and  description

I’m black and  I’m grizzly
With long claws on my paws                            
My muzzle is grey
And I’ve been through the wars         
 
I’m grandly ensconced
Now that I have a home
On a nice old oak chair
I’m no longer alone

A great grizzly bear
As loved as I should be
They christened me Fred
I’m as happy as could be………..

On my dignified throne
I sit five feet tall
And now that I’m owned
We will meet if you call                             

Waterside Dream



Waterside Dream

Water gently purls in its bed    -
Leisurely winding on through the mead
Sunlight off the surface glancing
Scattering mosaic of shade
Above it clouds of mayflies dancing
While willow warblers cadence fade

A dragonfly stretches new wings to the sun
Clinging fast to the blade of a reed
Translucent with delicate tracery of veins
He vacated the nymph he doesn’t need
A ghostly shell, its life is  done
Though still a lifelike form it feigns

Flotilla of moorhen -  tiny chicks flitting
Creeping through the rushes and sedge
Darting and hiding beside the edge
Stately swan majestically glides
Wings uplifted in galleon sail
As past the rushes he silently slides

Swooping tern scythes through the air
Light catching its wings
As it gracefully soars
The heavens enhancing
Sun warming our backs
And from  the  water surface lancing

Water meanders in lazy stream
Amid the rushes and canes
Absorbing music of bird that sings
I sit and watch and idly dream
In tranquility and harmony
With all these beautiful things






Daisy Lawn




Daisy Lawn

My lawn was just  mown
Its impeccably green
In velvety stripes
With soft dewy sheen
But I do miss my daisies
With their bright cheerful gleam
I love their small faces
That turn up to the sun
How they close up their petals
When at dusk day is done
White petals pink tipped
Surround hearts of gold
They bow their heads down
As the evening grows cold
So I’m not going to mow
My nice my daisy lawn
I’ll just let them all grow
I don’t want them all shorn



Tuesday 11 June 2013

Phone's Ringing - I think most of us can identify with this! Published Cambridge News 9 October 2013



Phone’s Ringing…..

I can hear that its ringing
Its cheerfully singing
That loud jolly  jingle
I liked its bright dingle
So I chose that ring tone

Its all very fine when you’ve plenty of time
But I can’t find my phone
I endeavour to clutch
 In each hand a crutch
As I stumble and fumble to get round my home

Is it inside my purse?
Or the back kitchen table
Or behind the settee
I search where I’m able
While I hobble and curse

And now I’m too late
The phone has gone quiet
I need to follow the sound
While I search all around
I’m here on my own - so please ring my phone



Sunday 9 June 2013

Restless Tide - Published Cambridge News 15 June 2013


Restless Tide

Your whole being   is filled
With the low muted roar
Of the tide that is spilled
With ripples lace frilled
Of the water outspreading the shore
*
The suck and the rustle
Of the waves as they bustle
And open their fans on the sand
The drag and the pull as backwards they hustle
Retreating back over the strand
*
As it rakes through the pebbles
The sea pours over  shingle
The rush and the surge
Of the breakers that merge
And back with the ocean they mingle
*
The feathers of spume
And scud of foam blown
The sibilant kiss
Of the waves as they hiss
And white crested onwards they roam
*
An evocative sound
That can only be found
That sweeps through your soul to its core
Ever onwards waves roll
While you stand by the edge of the shore



Monday 3 June 2013

Laptop


Laptop

I'd like to buy a laptop
It shouldn't be too hard
There's plenty of them out there -
Lenovo - H Packard...
Advent, Asus, Samsung,  Sony
In fact I think there are too many
And Acer, Toshiba, Fujitsu
(This one could rhyme with jujitsu)
Or of course I could try and Ipad
This would not be the same as what I had

You can wander the aisles
And see different styles
There's Apple and Dell - and possibly Hell
Or buy one on line
Thus saving some time.
Its all quite confusing
This bright new technology
Its not easy choosing
The most user friendly
I'll just carry on using
A pencil and pad...


Saturday 1 June 2013

Wings


Wings

What makes us think that we can fly?
We’re not the masters of the sky
We need machines with engines that roar
Loud noisy things
Birds just have wings

Swallows effortless soar
And the swoop of the swift
The lark ascends as he sings
Their flight is a gift

The tern as he dives to the depths like an arrow
His wings are tight furled
As downwards he's hurled
And do not overlook the humble house sparrow

The kestrel that hovers with negligent ease
The buzzard that floats and majestically glides
Across the air he silently slides
On thermals up lift when he's riding the breeze

Eagles talons outstretched as he stoops to his prey
The harrier that feeds his mate in in mid flight
Just cruising the height
To them flying is play

Yet man in his pride
Us earthly things
With these birds we've vied
And we cannot begin to compare
With their effortless rule of the air