WALKING THROUGH

On walking through from the bright sunlight, into the cool and calming soothing dappled tree line.

To the change of noise with bird song coming to the fore, with the quiet plop of falling leaves perhaps never heard before.

A scurry overhead as squirrels chase from branch to branch and tree to tree.

The gentle music added from the slowly flowing stream, with fish some resting, others browsing in weeds trying to remain unseen.

Water bubbling louder around some rocks, forcing it’s way through.

Crossing the bridge, echoing a different sound, startling some rabbits having a chew.

How I love a walk in the country, you should try it you really should.

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Change happens only when you gain the courage to let go of the past and bravely face new experiences.

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IT AIN’T NO FUN BEING A CHILD TODAY

It’s no fun being a child today.

When indoors, we are told we should be out.

“Are you on that computer again? I have told you it is for homework only.

“It is not for those mind-ruining computer games, costing us a fortune.”

When we go out, we are quizzed, “Where have you been? I told you not to leave the street and to be back by six. Who were you with? Your meal is ruined.”

It ain’t no fun being a child today.

School bombards us with homework my parents don’t know how to do; even they do not have the answers. It’s miserable.

Computer games are fun at first but become a bore.

When we realise we need the vital human interaction, rough and tumble, friends to have forever more,

We have to grope our way through good and bad bullies on the way.

It ain’t no fun being a child today.

Holidays have changed. There is less and less for us to spend, as times are hard.

If the parents bend to the cries of, “Oh Mum, Dad, please can we go to a show just once? Our friends have”,

The pain is felt on the return home, when the bills come in and we all have to think thin and do without other things.

It ain’t no fun being a child today.

Bad news at school: someone died; a drug overdose.

The danger is always there; touts hanging around the school gates,

Peer pressure trying to make others join the deadly mind and life destroying path.

Not for me. I have other plans.

It ain’t no fun being a child today.

I have a plan to change it: work hard at school, keep my family and good friends close,

Help others in my street, seek to volunteer, when Mum and Dad say I can.

Jobs are few and far between at holiday times, and volunteering gives work for idle hands and minds. Skills and friendships acquired last for a lifetime.

Things are changing, slowly it is true, but there are now more things arranged to do.

As a family, we have more to say about what we each do day by day.

Budgets are planned so we understand how they have to stretch to meet our needs.

We never used to understand, with heads buried in the sand.

Things are changing. Hope they are for you, too.

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#WorldAnimalDay

SWING, SWING!

Swing, swing!

Can you hear the birds up in the trees?

Making me swing with their melodies.

My body moves with a rhythm all it’s own.

Swing, swing!

Come on, join in this joyful song.

Fingers click, feet flick,

Small jump in celebration.

The ducks in the pond

Quack along in delight.

Swing, swing!

The horse in the meadow kicks up his heels.

Encouraging the cows

To join in the dance and melody.

Moo, neigh! Neigh moo,

Another two will do.

Swing, swing!

Keep it going Mr Owl has woken.

He has just added his wit to woo

The best he can do.

Mr frog has croaked loudly

Three times in tune.

Swing, swing!

Sing to this wonderful chorus.

Those who hear us

Will always remember.

When they first heard

A real dawn chorus.

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WOULD YOU LIKE A STORY?

Would you like a story?

Would you like a tale?

One filled with terror, murder and mystery.

Or maybe one dodging bomb blasts and bullets, across a country at war.

No? Perhaps a sweet little fairy tale to gently take you away from it all?

Maybe you would love the thrill of a romance that sweeps you into someone’s arms,

Embracing in the moonlight, on a ship’s deck, engines pulsating gently beneath your feet.

Being transported on a flight to a tropical paradise, to an adventure with sun, fun and amazing new food to try.

Or how about a journey across an immense desert, swaying on a camel’s back?

With stars twinkling in the darkness, as companions overhead, shining light

Beamed from millions of miles away, lightening up the canopy in the most spectacular way.

Or would you like to meet an animal never seen before,

Which does not want to hurt or eat you, just love you forever more?

Each one of these is possible lying tucked up in your bed.

With a book in hand, written by a writer with an imagination,

Capable of leaving the gift of wonderful stories

To be relived again and again inside your head.

Perhaps you could pick up a pen and release stories you have kept locked away.

Maybe now might be the time to share them. Go on—give it a go!

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NATIONAL POETRY DAY 

LITTLE SPARROW

Little sparrow sitting on the bough.

Trying to decide what today’s weather might bring.

Yesterday was terrible and onto a sheltered branch, he had to cling.

As the wind ruffled and tugged at his feathers.

Today looked more promising, the sun was shining.

The wind just a gentle sigh passing by.

He flew to the highest branch of the tree.

To bathe in the sun and sing a joyful song for you and me.

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Illustrator by Francisca Ferro Duarte

 

Happy #InternationalMusicDay 

THE CALL OF MUSIC

Walking along the street I hear music calling,

Louder, louder, louder.

My pace starts to change to match the beat,

Faster, faster, faster.

One step forward, two back, three forward,

Stamp, stamp, stamp.

Step to the left then to the centre again and to the right and back again,

Sway, sway, sway.

Arms upswing to the left and right, above head, wrists join the action,

Clap, clap, clap.

My whole body moves to the wonderful sound, and I Sing sing sing.

Music has the power to move us as it grows louder and faster, encouraging, stamping, swaying, clapping, singing and quiet listening.

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Happy #InternationalMusicDay 

SING, SING, SING!

Tomorrow I will sing sing sing,

Will the joy of living pouring out of me.

Words of feeling to share around,

To help feet strengthen on the ground.

Tomorrow I will sing sing sing.

With my body in rhythm swaying

Telling a story to lift spirits

To take them to a joyous place

Tomorrow I will sing sing sing

With my heart releasing

Each word with as much feeling.

To send everyone into happiness reeling.

Sing, sing, sing!

Everybody sing, sing, sing!

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WHAT WOULD WE DO?

What would I do without you and you without me?

It is a time I hope we never see.

I hope our lights go out together, so neither of us would be lonely, losing laughter, love and touch and cuddles in the dark.

What would I do without you and you without me?

Life would take on a different meaning.

There would be no welcome key in the door, as you would not live here anymore.

You would miss my silly stories and cosy natters when I am invited to depart.

What would I do without you, and you without me?

Let's hope it is never put to the test, as it is so hard to contemplate.

Squabbles we have had, lasting only minutes; making up so important to do, showing how much being together has meant.

Don’t leave me and I will not leave you.

If we have to separate and there is a heaven, let us promise to meet there, keeping the earthly connection, turning it into a heavenly one.

Love like ours should never ever die.

You should never be without me or I without you.

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