One day, a long time ago When I rode on buses and joined with the flow, A glorious sight came into view a field of daffodils covered in dew.
It was early morning I travelled this way I still remember the thrill of that day, When over the field in clusters of gold Daffodils waved, a sight to behold
Today , I heard the song thrush singing so loud, so full of Spring, new life, new love.
The early morning chorus beckoned me to walk among the hedgerows watch the catkins swaying, golden in the breeze.
The stream tumbled gently onwards searching for the heavenly flash of kingfisher and the way to the distant sea.
My heart reflected Spring, lightened by the busy hustle of nature's experience Freshly-dug molehills all in a row Two sparrow-hawks soaring the freedom of sky Tiny blackthorn buds just waiting. And snowdrops, their white petals gently heralding the passing of Winter.
SILENT STORM Wind like storm cold through my bones Hammered its way through the leaves No sun about No sunglasses needed today
Sounds through hearing aids Rattle like drums Leading its way through canals The trees they shake Leaving stars in my eyes Headache like when fire alarms shout
The wind is silent now The trees they still sway The sky up above is like grey mist paint Paving its picture for all and sundry
I wondered quietly this waking day Cold, before seeing the wind swept trees I drank my coffee on this next day Breathed my sigh - and started the day
A riot of colour Stampedes through the shattered earth Unbridled, untamed. Wildness clutches at the heart As a new-born daughter Grips her mother's finger Drawing nourishment from her body And comfort from her warmth
The wind catches my breath And holds it gently between the leaves My veins, rivulets of life Carrying both good and bad Surrendering to the journey Trusting in the final destination
I only remember it was spring, not too hot, and not too cold to walk to the cinema. He was the pest from the back of the bus, kept throwing balled-up gum wrappers to get my attention. The couple on the screen were giants, at least they seemed to be to my impressionable eye. I thought the camera was taking me up his nostrils and down her throat. Her ruby lips parted, he leaned into her, breathing heavily. Drat! What is that? Something keeps bumping my knee... ...his knee. I turned my head, slightly, but pointedly...so the glare would not be lost. Alas! The dim lighting cloaked my annoyance and he leaned, ever closer, nostrils beckoning, lips, parted--more peach than ruby, though. Suddenly! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, Yes! Breath, close, warm, permeating with that unmistakable, tantalizing, irrestible... ...Juicy Fruit? May I have a stick? Hey! Where ya goin'? Hmm, what'd I say?
