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.