The snow queen banished
To slumber again unseen
As Mother Nature paints
Again the landscape green
Thursday, 4 September 2008
OLD WATER
Why does mineral water?
That Started in the mountains
As melting snow and ice
Feeding streams and fountains
And has trickled through
Granite rock and slate
For countless centuries
Need to have a 'use by' date?
That Started in the mountains
As melting snow and ice
Feeding streams and fountains
And has trickled through
Granite rock and slate
For countless centuries
Need to have a 'use by' date?
MORNING GLORY
It was in the bright spring morn
The birds awoke at crack of dawn
Though the light was still dim
They hop twixt branch and limb
Day begins with the dawn chorus
And starts the day for all of us
The birds awoke at crack of dawn
Though the light was still dim
They hop twixt branch and limb
Day begins with the dawn chorus
And starts the day for all of us
SPRING IS SPRUNG
Hallelujah
Its spring again
With warm sunshine
In between showers of rain
Hallelujah
The spring is here
It’s such a joy
All at once the senses clear
Hallelujah
Spring has begun
New life everywhere
All at once cobwebs are gone
Hallelujah
Its spring once more
This one is better
Than the one we had before
Hallelujah
Its spring again
Not so clever
When you’re caught in the rain
Hallelujah
The springs nearly over
Bloody showers
Still it will soon be summer
Its spring again
With warm sunshine
In between showers of rain
Hallelujah
The spring is here
It’s such a joy
All at once the senses clear
Hallelujah
Spring has begun
New life everywhere
All at once cobwebs are gone
Hallelujah
Its spring once more
This one is better
Than the one we had before
Hallelujah
Its spring again
Not so clever
When you’re caught in the rain
Hallelujah
The springs nearly over
Bloody showers
Still it will soon be summer
A PASSING CIVILIZATION
Fast food packaging
Hits the ground
As a car passes
Paper cups dance
In the artificial breeze
As a lorry passes
In the shrubbery
Tin cans and wrappers lie
As a pedestrian passes
Tickets, receipts, cartons
Bottles, tins and old refrigerators
Each successive piece surpasses
But nature will overcome
Our laziness and contempt
When our tenancy passes
Hits the ground
As a car passes
Paper cups dance
In the artificial breeze
As a lorry passes
In the shrubbery
Tin cans and wrappers lie
As a pedestrian passes
Tickets, receipts, cartons
Bottles, tins and old refrigerators
Each successive piece surpasses
But nature will overcome
Our laziness and contempt
When our tenancy passes
LOOK AT THEM
They appear morning
Noon and night
They swell and grow
Rise and fall
And dissolve and shrink
They are sometimes thick
Sometimes thin
They are sometimes dense
Sometimes transparent
They move fast and slow
They cross treetops and fields
Lakes and seas
Homes and factories
Deserts and swamps
Tropical rainforests
And arctic tundra’s
They are beautiful and familiar
Strange and dramatic
They are myriad in form and shape
A face, a mountain, a fish
They are brown and gray
Steel blue and black
Yellow and gold
Lilac and pink
But mostly clouds are white
Noon and night
They swell and grow
Rise and fall
And dissolve and shrink
They are sometimes thick
Sometimes thin
They are sometimes dense
Sometimes transparent
They move fast and slow
They cross treetops and fields
Lakes and seas
Homes and factories
Deserts and swamps
Tropical rainforests
And arctic tundra’s
They are beautiful and familiar
Strange and dramatic
They are myriad in form and shape
A face, a mountain, a fish
They are brown and gray
Steel blue and black
Yellow and gold
Lilac and pink
But mostly clouds are white
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
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
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