Rain that falls like magic dust
‘ gainst double rainbow sky
Wee tears of gold that fall to earth
As the heavens………….cry





Thank you for another day,
Great flocks of Goldfinch in display
The chubby lambs (now almost ripe)
And rabit from blackcurrant stripes
The pair of grouse that flew before
again, my thanks, for this - and more

Unaccustomed as I am

Unaccustomed as I am to public speaking
I simply had to raise a vote of thanks
To all of you for coming to my party
And to Terry - but especially his bank!

For I really had a lovely birthday
And I’m not half as old as I appear
So unless I meet someone who’s rich an famous
I’ll see you all same time, same place, next year!

Afternoon stroll

A dream of blue in Aprils story
Sences sharpened by the glory.
Hazel coppice took my breat,
While bluebell carpet caught my step.
The hazel boughs that scratch and sway
And whisper to me on the way
Wild violet and cellandine -
The joy of seeing them is mine







I wish I were an artist
and could paint the things I see
Natures many treasures that
reveal themselves to me.
The silver birch with silver tears
that hang from silver bough.
Just as the tears that fill my eyes
as I behold this now.






LOCHERBIE

Christmas day brings little greeting
Finds the quiet town folk grieving
Christmas day they wish would end
As they mourn family and friends.
And they have nought to celebrate
this Christmas 1988.
As the little town of Locherbie
Mourns the loss of flight 103







Postman, postman, don’t be glum
For my Uncle has a poorly bum.
And if you deliver this in haste
It may put a smile upon his... face

Shades of grey on sheet of glass.
Images of Coniston that will ever last.

Fern and sheep on mountain fen -
My heart will lead me hear again
Magical mountains in morning mist.
Thank you, my god, for showing me this.

(10 mile walk to coniston via Tarn Howes)






Such a long, long journey. I began to
wonder if anything could be worth it. Still
had doubts, and felt lonely, after arriving in
my hotel room. Until I went for my walk
along White Moss - and no longer felt lonely-
just total contentment.

No poetry tonight -
          too tired.
No loneliness -
           I belong.

Thank you for another day,
Great flocks of Goldfinch in display
The chubby lambs (now almost ripe)
And rabit from blackcurrant stripes
The pair of grouse that flew before
again, my thanks, for this - and more







The subtle hues of artist box
    delight the simple eye.
As lakeland fell meets mountain mist
    to thrill the passer by.

Deep shades of pink, of brown, of blue
    of purple, and of grey.
Caress the lonely fellside
    and settle o’er the vale.

If just one such morning mist
    can be such a joy to see.
Whatever could a rainbow bring
    to a grateful soul like me.






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