Oh guardian angel
Please watch over me
It would be a comfort
To feel the guarantee
That should I go astray
Watching over me
You would be there
To guide me back to safety
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
GENETIC MYSTERY
Our genes are passed on
To subsequent generations
Our complete genetic make up
Quirks, foibles, and pre dispositions
Parts of us are forever preserved
Due to the wonder of genetics
And we can see in our off spring,
Our own distinct characteristics
Through this miracle of procreation
The genes will even carry
From generation to generation
The basic instincts in Genetic memory
What a pity that God omitted
When he created Adam
The most important genes of all
The ones to carry wisdom
To subsequent generations
Our complete genetic make up
Quirks, foibles, and pre dispositions
Parts of us are forever preserved
Due to the wonder of genetics
And we can see in our off spring,
Our own distinct characteristics
Through this miracle of procreation
The genes will even carry
From generation to generation
The basic instincts in Genetic memory
What a pity that God omitted
When he created Adam
The most important genes of all
The ones to carry wisdom
IS THERE ANY GREATER PLACE ON EARTH?
When June comes fourth upon us
Is there any greater place on earth?
Than England’s green and pleasant land
Surely nowhere of similar worth
When the breeze gently stirs the grass
And the sun is in the clear blue sky
Is there any greater place on earth?
You could look abroad, but why?
Is there any greater place on earth?
Than England’s green and pleasant land
Surely nowhere of similar worth
When the breeze gently stirs the grass
And the sun is in the clear blue sky
Is there any greater place on earth?
You could look abroad, but why?
OUT IN THE COUNTRY, AGAIN
When driving the byways
Travelling far and wide
Whether the lakes or the peaks
Or any of the countryside,
One thing that’s guaranteed
To frustrate the driving clan
And cause them to become irate
Is to get stuck behind a caravan
Travelling far and wide
Whether the lakes or the peaks
Or any of the countryside,
One thing that’s guaranteed
To frustrate the driving clan
And cause them to become irate
Is to get stuck behind a caravan
IN SEARCH OF LARA
From my familiar seat
On the crowded bus,
I thought I saw you today
In the passing throng,
My spirits lifted
My heart beat quickened.
And like Dr Zhivago
In search of Lara
I beat against the cold glass.
To attract attention
You turned toward me,
And it wasn’t you.
I was mistaken.
Through vision clouded by tears
I had not seen you,
How could it be you?
For you are gone
On the crowded bus,
I thought I saw you today
In the passing throng,
My spirits lifted
My heart beat quickened.
And like Dr Zhivago
In search of Lara
I beat against the cold glass.
To attract attention
You turned toward me,
And it wasn’t you.
I was mistaken.
Through vision clouded by tears
I had not seen you,
How could it be you?
For you are gone
OUT IN THE COUNTRY
Driving down country lanes
Top down, wind in my hair
The sun gracing the sky
The wind set fair
The smell of hay,
Freshly mowed
Beasts in the fields
Beyond hedgerows
Blue cloudless skies,
On a glorious summer’s day,
The only blot being
The cyclists in my way
Top down, wind in my hair
The sun gracing the sky
The wind set fair
The smell of hay,
Freshly mowed
Beasts in the fields
Beyond hedgerows
Blue cloudless skies,
On a glorious summer’s day,
The only blot being
The cyclists in my way
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