MICHAELMAS DAISY

 

Lovely Miss Aster,

My flower girl Maisie

My natural beauty

I love her like crazy

My own precious

Michaelmas Daisy

THE SUN BURSTS THROUGH THE CURTAINS

 

The sun bursts through the curtains

As dawn brings forth another day

And bids us waken from our rest

With every golden warming ray

THE STORM FRONT

 

The gulls screech and scream

Swooping above the cliff top

While white horses ride the waves below

As the tidal surge is broken to a stop

Fishing boats appear to dance

Driven by weather to the south

And make slow progress in the swell

Bobbing towards the yawning 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 

SWEET MEMORIES OF OUR CHILDHOOD # 1

 

Sweet memories of our childhood

Those days of youth were the best

Golden Septembers in the fields

Gathering the bounty of the harvest

UP ON THE MOOR

 

Up on the Moor

The birds take flight

On the glorious 12^th

They leave the hill

With a bevy of Grouse

The trappings of wealth

IN THE AUTUMN

 

In the Autumn

The shoot is very pleasant

And we end the day

With a bevy of pheasant

I MISS THE PLACE

 

I miss the place

Where I journeyed into this world

Where a loving mother

Kissed me and gently brushed my curls

 

I miss the place

Where mother taught me the joys of life

And my father

Taught me to seek harmony from strife

 

I miss the place

Where my school days first began

And those friends

That made up our inseparable band

 

I miss the place

Where my heart had an optimistic view

And I miss the face

Of my one and only love so true

 

I miss the place

Where summer days seemed without end

Where natures bounty

Spilled from the fields we had to tend

 

I miss the place

Where the bones of my parents lay

And the times

When our days were full with play

 

I miss the place

I knew before I grew into a man

And took up arms

To fight for the king in a foreign land

 

I miss the place

That is the home I shall never see again

Never smell the grasses green

Or taste those gentle summer rains

 

I miss that place

My distant home far across the sea

The place I left behind

So I could die fighting for the free