Memories

Memories

Two days before I was going to go

I went to watch the waves come in so.

There I sat upon the sand so cold and grey

And watched those white waves break on the bay.

There I watched the sun rise beyond the hill

Giving me a kind of sweet, gentle thrill.

And the grey wood lay on the beach

Each one out of that green sea's reach.

The seagulls fly away from me

Out towards that cold green sea

The sun grows stronger as be breaks thru a cloud

Top show the large old World that he is proud

To be the sun that God first made

To help the World in all its aid.

From growing cold each and every day

and making more sea on our cold, grey bay.

Etc ..... wrote this 1961 HA! before leaving home for the first time.

A Country Garden

A Country Garden,

Down the orange brick path I walk

Pansy faces watch me pass by

Greeting snapdragons balance on stalks

In the distance a starling 's cry.

The Hollyhocks, Delphiniums and Foxgloves too

Carnations; Inpatients;Dianthus pink.

The Blue bells, Hyacinths and Lobelia blue

shoulder of Begonias link.

The Roses are graceful and tell

Peace; Deep secret; First love; Yabadoo.

A yellow Bansksia  climbs the wall

Dorothy Perkins; hot chocolate and Peekaboo.

Lots of hard work; energy and compost used

plus Blood and bone and friendly sprays

All reaped and reward a new

A view enjoyed on lazy days.

THE PAINTER

THE PAINTER.

He sits on his stool

with a far away look in his eyes.

Contemplating.

There forever it seemed.

The eyes shift.

Forehead a frown.

Sigh!

He picks up his brush and dips

into the black.

Stops. Scratches his chin

Leaving a smudge on his skin.

He swipes the brush over the blank surface.

He becomes impatient.

Stands, grunts, dips the brush again

Into the red

And throws it at the canvas.

Turning his back and walks away.

Disgruntled.

Stops and turns.

A smile creeps over his face

He ambles back

Takes his seat and continues to paint

And he is once again lost in his Art.

THE SEA

THE SEA.

As calm and as beautiful as a woman;

So treacherous and possessive to man.

She is guided by the the reflecting moon,

To be silvery romantic, lapping in tune.

She will then take all your possessions

when devious and moody in many seasons.

She will drown you; destroy and be brutal

Grabbing; plunging and exhausting to all.

Watery; deep; freezing cold.Brilliant Blue.

Then smooth; calming and will sooth you.

Sequenced with the moon, none can exist

without her. For she feeds us as we persists

But man will try to conquer; take for granted

By destroying and polluting her. The Sea.

Our Saviour Part Ten.

At Tiberius, Simon Peter went fishing

But his good luck was not in store.

From the beach Jesus Christ instructed

And their net hauled in fish galore.

Christ appeared many times to his disciples

To teach them the way of the cross,

That life can be eternal for all

And to save the lamb that is lost.

God gave his only begotten son Jesus

To die on the cross for all,

That through him, we will live forever

And open our ears to hear his call.

The life and death of Christ

Is found in the testaments new,

All told by his twelve disciples

To give life and love to you.

Our Saviour part nine.

Now the disciples met in a room

And Jesus before them appeared.

His body was of flesh and blood

And full of love for them he cared.

He joined with them in their supper

By eating a piece of broiled fish.

He opened their eyes to the scriptures

So they could carry out God's wish.

To doubting Thomas eight days later

Our Lord did again appear,

Made him touch his hands and feet

And at his side the mark of a spear.

OUR SAVIOUR part eight

Two disciples on their way to Emmaus

Met a stranger on the road'

They told him of Jesus' crucifixion

And asked him to their abode.

At Their table he took the loaf of bread

He then blessed it and broke it in two.

Their eyes were opened to recognise him

And he vanished into the blue.