Poems of 1991.
Lady
Jane Gray
I finished my library book today
On the tragic life of Lady Jane Grey.
To the tower Green the people did flock
To see her young head upon the block.
With dignity she left this world
A naïve, innocent, teenage girl.
THE GOOD FRIDAY
I walked alone, through marsh and peat
With aching limbs and weary feet.
Each footstep heavier than before
I paused, surprised by what I saw.
For there, in dappled, fading light,
A solitary, splendid sight.
A stag - with coat of deepest red,
With startled eye and noble head -
Returned my gaze - locked eye to eye,
Then strutted onwards, footsteps high.
I said a prayer, then journeyed on,
All weariness, completely gone.
Terry Wait has been freed at last
His days as a hostage now in the past.
Grey, thinner than we recall
But in control, and standing tall.
He announced his joy at being free
Then turned to thank the B.B.C.
ALISONS GET WELL CARD
Dear Aly,
So sorry to hear that your bottom is sick
And sincerely hope that recovery’s quick.
My heart bleeds as you struggle to sit on the floor
For your poor little bum must be ever so sore.
So find a plump cushion to place in your chair
As a comfortable refuge for your derière.
And in future, take heed - never sit on damp grass -
For it’s true what they say - it’s a pain in the .....knee
LAKELAND SNOW
I walked on fields of purest white,
That reflected winters pale sunlight.
No man, that day had gone before
As virgin snow my footsteps bore.
I recounted blessings, one by one,
and whispered ‘God - thy will be done’
ODE TO MY HOLIDAY
I’m writing as I embark on my walk
That I fear may resemble the way that I talk
(go on forever)
But this morning I managed to rise with the lark
And hope to climb Skiddaw while it’s still dark.
Then I’ll stroll to Helvelyn - to meet the break of dawn
And jog to the top, and back down, by mid-morn.
I’ll stop for a coffee, then be on my way,
As I plan to reach Loughrig Fell by mid-day.
By then I’ll be ready to take a short break -
So perhaps I’ll swim three of four lengths of the lake.
Then it’s up Langdale Vale - O’er the Pikes to Great Gable
Where I hope to nip over to Scrafell, if I’m able.
I imagine, by then, my wee dog may be beat
So we’ll stop for a while to rest her poor feet.
But - wait...
On second thoughts, please disregard what I say -
I just walked to the bus-stop - and it took me all day!!
Thank you, my Lord
for letting me see
The simple joys
you show to me -
And when I cease
to stand in awe
My soul will be
alive no more,
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