Summer
As spring dies out, summer shines through.
Sunshine and showers, weather changes with the hours.
Barbeques, brollies and ice cream on your jollies.
Long days and light nights, watch out for midge bites!
Washing blows dry under a blue sky.
Lawnmowers hum as the grass gets done.
Flowers bloom … but it’ll be over too soon.
Autumn’ll creep in, summer’ll give in
Dedicated to all those who have been there for me……you know who you are!
It may look like…
It may look like I’m coping,
But inside I’m actually grieving.
It may look like I’m smiling,
But inside I’m actually weeping.
It may look like I’m all together,
But inside I’m actually breaking.
You may think I’m strong,
And walk away without me.
But please see that I’m shaking,
And continue on beside me.
….that came to me recently
If life were a poem
There’d be no way of knowing
How long it would keep going
How long the words would keep flowing
Before slowing
To a stop
18/05/11
Lighthearted, short and sweet but I’m quite fond of it!
I used to have lots of greyhound mates,
Together we would race and chase,
Until I could no longer keep up the pace
Suddenly I was all alone
I sniffed and walked,
But found no one I’d known
I cried and whined,
All on my own
The cold, dusty pavements were my bed,
The damp, dirty dustbins were my dinner,
And all because I was no longer a winner
Then a guardian angel came my way,
Her name is Debs Rothary
She made me welcome at a place called Tia,
Along you came and found me here
You all had so much love to give,
It brought back mystrength and will to live
Now I’m content, think I’ve found gold,
Happy to know my story’s been told.
….. so here’s 2 of my spring ramblings and one serious piece to start this blog off
Green fields
Grazing sheep
New born lambs
Finding their feet
(Do lambs have feet??? Or are they hooves? Mind you surely I can get away with it if it’s wrong… my excuse being I’m a writer using an idiomatic expression!)
The sun on your face
The breeze in your hair
What a great feeling
Walking in the fresh spring air
I look in the mirror
It’s no longer me
It’s what this illness
Has done to me
If I could open my mind
What would I see?
The ravages illness
Has wrought in me
25/05/11
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