FLITTING AND FLUTTERING

The sunshine dances

On butterfly wings

As they flit and flutter

Never still, never pausing

As they in turn dance

To natures gentle tune  

THE MIGHTY OAK LAY BROKEN

 

The mighty oak lay broken

In the wake of the storm

And I am deeply saddened

For as a boy I climbed

Its mighty steadfast trunk

And sat amongst its limbs

Sheltering beneath its canopy

As generations of small boys

Had done many times before me

But then I saw an acorn

On the ground beside my feet

So, I picked it up and smiled

And took it home with me

So, I could grow his son

ANY DAY AT THE SEASIDE

On the beach beneath the sun,

You hear the sounds of joy

And excited laughter of play

From every girl and boy

MILL STREAM

 

The stream runs down the rugged hill

To where stands a quiet water mill

And when water shoots along the spill

The wheel is turned to break the still

So, the miller toils with sweat and skill

And when there are no more sacks to fill

The sluices close and again all’s still

BENEATH THE DUSKY GREY SKY

 

Beneath the dusky grey sky

Of low scudding clouds,

The ambient air was damp

Blown in from the west

On the same storm fed wind

That chased the clouds

Across the autumn sky

DAWN

 

The distant mountains

Pale in the mist

Reach up to the sky like children

Waiting to be kissed

 

As the sun comes slowly into view

It turns the vast sky blue

Birds awaken bright as the day

As if to chase the night away

STORM FRONT

 

The gulls screech and scream

Swooping above the cliff top

On the waves below white horses ride

As the tide surge is broken to a stop

 

Fishing boats appear to dance

Driven by the weather to the south

They make slow progress in the swell

As they bob towards the harbour mouth

 

As the weather quickly closes in

The gulls desert the cliff top

Making their way inland to safety

Waiting patiently for the storm to stop