on the 1st day on yule my true love gave to me
a brand new athame
on the 2nd day of yule my true love gave to me
2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 3rd day of yule my true love gave to me
3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 4th day of yule my true love gave to me
4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 5th day of yule true love gave to me
5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 6th day of yule my true love gave to me
6 pentagram, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 7th day of yule, my true love gave to me
7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams,5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 8th day of yule my true love gave to me
8 triple moon circlets, 7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 9th day of yule my true love gave to me
9 titania spells, 8 triple moon circlets, 7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 10th day of yule my true love gave to me
10 crystal balls, 9 titania spells, 8 triple moon circlets, 7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 11th day of yule my true love gave to me
11 body peircings, 10 crystal balls, 9 titania spells, 8 triple moon circlets, 7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 12th day of yule my true love gave to me
12 healing stones, 11 body peircings, 10 crystal balls, 9 titania spells, 8 triple moon circlets, 7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame.
Friday, 22 October 2010
Wedding woe*
Who would be
A bride today
With all the fuss and stress
Family guests
Who do nothing more
Than bitch about the dress
With parents who
invited Aunty Jane
to come from Timbuktu
Don't seat her there
Can you imagine the looks
Between her and Aunty Sue?
There is family small
and family large
Look there is Cousin Dick
Oh my Gods
There is Little Maisie
I think she's going to be sick!
The band I think
Are all of key
I think the singer must be drunk
They were booked as Celtic
But I think they are playin
Some Philadelphia Funk
Thank goodness for that
No one has noticed
I think it's time we disappear
We'll sneak away
Before they see us
And live happy many a year.
* this was written for a dear friend Geraldine who was getting married and was spending way too much time worrying about it.
A bride today
With all the fuss and stress
Family guests
Who do nothing more
Than bitch about the dress
With parents who
invited Aunty Jane
to come from Timbuktu
Don't seat her there
Can you imagine the looks
Between her and Aunty Sue?
There is family small
and family large
Look there is Cousin Dick
Oh my Gods
There is Little Maisie
I think she's going to be sick!
The band I think
Are all of key
I think the singer must be drunk
They were booked as Celtic
But I think they are playin
Some Philadelphia Funk
Thank goodness for that
No one has noticed
I think it's time we disappear
We'll sneak away
Before they see us
And live happy many a year.
* this was written for a dear friend Geraldine who was getting married and was spending way too much time worrying about it.
As you lay
As you lay dying at my feet
The blood gushing from your wounds
I looked back on the days gone by
The future that was the past
I remembered days of sunshine
Of happiness and joy
Of a shy teenage girl
And a very nervous boy
Those days were the happiest
Tell me, when did it all change?
When did lad become a monster
With his demons he had to fight?
The days they passed so slowly
With every drink and blow
With every bruise and lump
Which I could never show
The drinking it never ended
The abuse, the punches and fights
So many doors to walk into
So many soul destroying days
It got too much my darling
Once too often you did try
I snapped and picked up the sharp knife
I stabbed you, and now, you die
The blood gushing from your wounds
I looked back on the days gone by
The future that was the past
I remembered days of sunshine
Of happiness and joy
Of a shy teenage girl
And a very nervous boy
Those days were the happiest
Tell me, when did it all change?
When did lad become a monster
With his demons he had to fight?
The days they passed so slowly
With every drink and blow
With every bruise and lump
Which I could never show
The drinking it never ended
The abuse, the punches and fights
So many doors to walk into
So many soul destroying days
It got too much my darling
Once too often you did try
I snapped and picked up the sharp knife
I stabbed you, and now, you die
Insomnia
She lays there awake with eyes closed
Listening to the constant tick tock tick.
Listening to him breathe in and out,
She lies there unable to sleep.
She watches the clock digits changing
one by one, minute by minute.
She is waiting patiently,
Waiting for the slumber deep.
She hears the ghosts of night,
Cars, dog walkers and drunks
Passing by the window.
Still there is no sleep.
She lies there thinking
Is this what it is like?
Torture? Deprivation?
Still there is no slumber deep.
She lays there awake with eyes closed
Listening to the constant tick tick tick.
Listening to him breathe in and out,
She lies there still unable to sleep.
Listening to the constant tick tock tick.
Listening to him breathe in and out,
She lies there unable to sleep.
She watches the clock digits changing
one by one, minute by minute.
She is waiting patiently,
Waiting for the slumber deep.
She hears the ghosts of night,
Cars, dog walkers and drunks
Passing by the window.
Still there is no sleep.
She lies there thinking
Is this what it is like?
Torture? Deprivation?
Still there is no slumber deep.
She lays there awake with eyes closed
Listening to the constant tick tick tick.
Listening to him breathe in and out,
She lies there still unable to sleep.
Monday, 18 October 2010
Xmas shopping
Traffic queues
Tills are ringing
Empty purses
Drunks singing
Children screaming
Lights too bright
Unguarded handbags
Pickpocket's delight
Harassed workers
Angry drivers
Tired shoppers
School skivers
Xmas shopping
I regret
I'll stay at home
Shop via 'net
Tills are ringing
Empty purses
Drunks singing
Children screaming
Lights too bright
Unguarded handbags
Pickpocket's delight
Harassed workers
Angry drivers
Tired shoppers
School skivers
Xmas shopping
I regret
I'll stay at home
Shop via 'net
Wednesday, 13 October 2010
Power
Is power worth the war?
Worth the life loss?
Worth the sight
Of families mourning
Sons and fathers,
Wives and daughters,
Brothers and sisters?
Is religion worth
The guns and bombs,
The fights and screams
Of a dying child
In a Father's arms
While the Mother cries
At the injustice?
What is the point?
We are but animals
In a world of power
Controlled by Nature.
We have no power,
We just fight
For survival.
Worth the life loss?
Worth the sight
Of families mourning
Sons and fathers,
Wives and daughters,
Brothers and sisters?
Is religion worth
The guns and bombs,
The fights and screams
Of a dying child
In a Father's arms
While the Mother cries
At the injustice?
What is the point?
We are but animals
In a world of power
Controlled by Nature.
We have no power,
We just fight
For survival.
Sunday, 10 October 2010
Arachne
The spider sits and weaves the finest silk
From twig to branch so bare.
This art of arachnid woven lace
Catching dew in the morning air.
special thanks to David Palmer who takes amazing photos for the inspiration for this.
From twig to branch so bare.
This art of arachnid woven lace
Catching dew in the morning air.
special thanks to David Palmer who takes amazing photos for the inspiration for this.
Thursday, 7 October 2010
No justice
She showed such promise, straight A grades
Sporty, friendly, high achieving,
She talked about her friends quite happily
But they never seemed to pop in.
There was valid excuses for each mark
There was that bruise from P.E,
Where she tripped over the ball.
The cut from the scalpel in biology,
She tried to escape from the others
She told teachers but to no avail
Jumped off the bridge in full rush hour
The school says it wasn't their fail.
She sleeps in peace now forever
The bullies, they got off scot free.
Do you know what your child's up to?
They could be the victim, or even, bully.
Sporty, friendly, high achieving,
She talked about her friends quite happily
But they never seemed to pop in.
There was valid excuses for each mark
There was that bruise from P.E,
Where she tripped over the ball.
The cut from the scalpel in biology,
She tried to escape from the others
She told teachers but to no avail
Jumped off the bridge in full rush hour
The school says it wasn't their fail.
She sleeps in peace now forever
The bullies, they got off scot free.
Do you know what your child's up to?
They could be the victim, or even, bully.
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Sorrow
I feel sorrow for my lover who has up and gone,
His decison to leave today, though it feels so wrong.
I must though rise above it, and get on with my life.
I shall ignore him in the street as he walks with his wife.
His decison to leave today, though it feels so wrong.
I must though rise above it, and get on with my life.
I shall ignore him in the street as he walks with his wife.
Argh
The word refuse to come out right
Nothing seems to rhyme
So you will have to put up with this rubbish
until the words arrive on time!
Nothing seems to rhyme
So you will have to put up with this rubbish
until the words arrive on time!
Friday, 1 October 2010
The Hunters.
Slowly the hunters stalk their prey,
Silently moving toward them
Positioning for the perfect shot.
Carefully camouflaged within their surroundings
They prepare to take aim.
They shoot...another victim becomes prey
To the paparazzi.
Silently moving toward them
Positioning for the perfect shot.
Carefully camouflaged within their surroundings
They prepare to take aim.
They shoot...another victim becomes prey
To the paparazzi.
Rain
On the old tin roof the rhythm of heavy raindrops
Bounce like a million tennis balls.
Over running torrents, cars slide sideways,
Drivers regain control to prevent serious collision.
Rivers rise to the brink of overflow,
To exacerbate the fear of residents
Of a repeat of the last floods,
From which they have only just recovered.
The rain is still falling.
Bounce like a million tennis balls.
Over running torrents, cars slide sideways,
Drivers regain control to prevent serious collision.
Rivers rise to the brink of overflow,
To exacerbate the fear of residents
Of a repeat of the last floods,
From which they have only just recovered.
The rain is still falling.
Thursday, 30 September 2010
Enchanted Forest
The sun shines through the pine trees in the Enchanted Forest,
Moss as thick as a carpet, cool and damp underfoot.
Trees uprooted by wind and snowfall from winters past,
Lay on the forest floor, like the graves of heroes gone,
Or decaying bones of slayed dragons from another time.
Is this where they live? Faeries, goblins, elves and trolls?
Do they hide in amongst the trees or under the roots?
Is this where giants stride amongst the trees
pushing them aside like long grass?
The visitor breathes in the sharp, northern air, enraptured by the beauty
Of this place of natural magic and wonder, a place of calm.
Sighing and turning away, she returns to the reality of the harsh grey world,
Of cars, noise and modernity, vowing to return to her faerie kingdom soon.
Moss as thick as a carpet, cool and damp underfoot.
Trees uprooted by wind and snowfall from winters past,
Lay on the forest floor, like the graves of heroes gone,
Or decaying bones of slayed dragons from another time.
Is this where they live? Faeries, goblins, elves and trolls?
Do they hide in amongst the trees or under the roots?
Is this where giants stride amongst the trees
pushing them aside like long grass?
The visitor breathes in the sharp, northern air, enraptured by the beauty
Of this place of natural magic and wonder, a place of calm.
Sighing and turning away, she returns to the reality of the harsh grey world,
Of cars, noise and modernity, vowing to return to her faerie kingdom soon.
Curiosity
Curiosity grabs the youth
What’s that? Over there! Look!
Strange object with hard cover,
That’s what we oldies call a book.
He picks it up with great interest,
The words all printed in black.
Touched him like a miracle
Imagination flooding back.
From great heroic deeds,
To adventure and romance,
Fiction and non fiction
Go on, give printed books a chance!
What’s that? Over there! Look!
Strange object with hard cover,
That’s what we oldies call a book.
He picks it up with great interest,
The words all printed in black.
Touched him like a miracle
Imagination flooding back.
From great heroic deeds,
To adventure and romance,
Fiction and non fiction
Go on, give printed books a chance!
Tuesday, 28 September 2010
Another day
Another day, another pill
She grimaces as she swallows.
How many more will she have to take?
One for pain, one for fatigue, one for nausea
Is it worth it?
Another day, another test
Doctors can't decide.
What is it? What is the diagnosis?
Hypermobility, EDS, Fibromyalgia?
Or all three?
Another day, another trip.
Why is she in the disabled parking?
She is to young, it's obvious!
And she has children, can't be disabled!
I wish that were true.
Another day, another form.
Social security checks and details,
Stress and complications.
I wish I could work 9-5,
I really do.
Another day, another judgement.
Before you judge someone,
Try being in their shoes.
Experience their illness.
Or one like mine.
She grimaces as she swallows.
How many more will she have to take?
One for pain, one for fatigue, one for nausea
Is it worth it?
Another day, another test
Doctors can't decide.
What is it? What is the diagnosis?
Hypermobility, EDS, Fibromyalgia?
Or all three?
Another day, another trip.
Why is she in the disabled parking?
She is to young, it's obvious!
And she has children, can't be disabled!
I wish that were true.
Another day, another form.
Social security checks and details,
Stress and complications.
I wish I could work 9-5,
I really do.
Another day, another judgement.
Before you judge someone,
Try being in their shoes.
Experience their illness.
Or one like mine.
untitled
Crystal clear night sky.
Stars and moon shining brightly,
Fields turn green to silver,
Millions of tiny diamonds,
Sparkle in the early morning light,
Summer over, swallows gone.
Starlings arrive en mass;
Form large black clouds,
That dance in the evening sky,
Like an avian corps de ballet.
The wind has changed.
Geese fly over calling ,
“This way, the lake is this way”.
They are just visiting us
For their winter vacation
Animals in hiding.
In burrows and nests.
Stocked up with food
For the long duration,
Of cold, intemperate nights.
Early morning, sun rises.
Bringing only light.
No longer warming the air.
Battling with the north wind,
For climatic supremacy.
Stars and moon shining brightly,
Fields turn green to silver,
Millions of tiny diamonds,
Sparkle in the early morning light,
Summer over, swallows gone.
Starlings arrive en mass;
Form large black clouds,
That dance in the evening sky,
Like an avian corps de ballet.
The wind has changed.
Geese fly over calling ,
“This way, the lake is this way”.
They are just visiting us
For their winter vacation
Animals in hiding.
In burrows and nests.
Stocked up with food
For the long duration,
Of cold, intemperate nights.
Early morning, sun rises.
Bringing only light.
No longer warming the air.
Battling with the north wind,
For climatic supremacy.
Once
Once I was young,
Living life.
Now, older
Maybe not wiser.
Looking back I remember;
Sometimes with regret,
Sometimes with tears of laughter,
Sometimes with a wry smile.
At the past.
Living life.
Now, older
Maybe not wiser.
Looking back I remember;
Sometimes with regret,
Sometimes with tears of laughter,
Sometimes with a wry smile.
At the past.
Friday, 24 September 2010
Heading North
We are heading north!
Heading to the home where we have never lived.
North to where the cold winds blow
Where Aurora dances through the night skies.
Going to the midnight sun!
Where the sun never rises in winter.
Where waterfalls freeze
Into shimmering glass-like sculptures.
Where the mythical past
Rubs shoulders with modern progress,
In harmony together.
Where our hearts and us belong
Heading to the home where we have never lived.
North to where the cold winds blow
Where Aurora dances through the night skies.
Going to the midnight sun!
Where the sun never rises in winter.
Where waterfalls freeze
Into shimmering glass-like sculptures.
Where the mythical past
Rubs shoulders with modern progress,
In harmony together.
Where our hearts and us belong
Sorry...
Sorry
The word that tries to explain away a million sins.
Sorry
for your loss (even though we never liked them).
Sorry
for lying (I never thought I would get caught).
Sorry
for keeping you awake (get a life and get out of bed).
Sorry
The easiest word to say, hardest to imply with honour.
Sorry.
The word that tries to explain away a million sins.
Sorry
for your loss (even though we never liked them).
Sorry
for lying (I never thought I would get caught).
Sorry
for keeping you awake (get a life and get out of bed).
Sorry
The easiest word to say, hardest to imply with honour.
Sorry.
Harvest moon
He glows,
Imitating Sister Sun.
Harvest Moon,
Casting midnight shadows.
Round face,
Huge, full and smiling.
The world,
Illuminated by moonlight.
Imitating Sister Sun.
Harvest Moon,
Casting midnight shadows.
Round face,
Huge, full and smiling.
The world,
Illuminated by moonlight.
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
Waiting
She waited for his arrival
And knew it would not be long,
She didn’t like to be kept waiting,
Hoping nothing had gone wrong.
She waited a little longer.
Where was he? Why so late?
She began to worry,
How much longer must she wait?
Suddenly she knew it!
He is coming, on his way,
She was ready now to hold him,
Her new baby, born today.
And knew it would not be long,
She didn’t like to be kept waiting,
Hoping nothing had gone wrong.
She waited a little longer.
Where was he? Why so late?
She began to worry,
How much longer must she wait?
Suddenly she knew it!
He is coming, on his way,
She was ready now to hold him,
Her new baby, born today.
The strangest beauty
The season is changing
Leaves fade from green to brown
A single rose, struggles to hold on to summer*
The wind is blowing
Leaves fall from the trees
Like tears mourning over a lost love
The strangest beauty
Of the dying summer
Captured with Nature’s palette
*inspired by my dear friend Lisbeth in Norway who wrote that line on a forum
Leaves fade from green to brown
A single rose, struggles to hold on to summer*
The wind is blowing
Leaves fall from the trees
Like tears mourning over a lost love
The strangest beauty
Of the dying summer
Captured with Nature’s palette
*inspired by my dear friend Lisbeth in Norway who wrote that line on a forum
Tuesday, 21 September 2010
Aurora, the Tricky Lady.
She dances in the cold night sky,
Over the northern lands.
Showing the folds and shades,
Of her sheer, simmering gown.
She bewitches all who see her,
In the cold northern night.
The mystery of her existence,
The “Tricky Lady” always enthralls.
Over the northern lands.
Showing the folds and shades,
Of her sheer, simmering gown.
She bewitches all who see her,
In the cold northern night.
The mystery of her existence,
The “Tricky Lady” always enthralls.
Tale of old Gyp Smith's Horse (In Forest Dialect)
Oy zid a gurt bug oss
A-squttering dun thu strit
'Im ad no royder on iz back
An no zhus upun iz vit
"Vetch thic bugger 'ere Ol' Butt,
Im'z one ov Gyp Zmith's lot"
Zo we ran afer thic damn 'oss
As vast as uz kids couldst
Thic 'oss 'im did squitter vast
We coudtn't ketch 'im avore im vell
Doown thic spwile yup to iz dyuth
Poor awld Zmithy, 'im did yell
"Ztupid bloody 'oss, now I girt sod all te flog
The missuz er will do er nut, I yunt gwain wum O'ell"
The bwoys they did tuk im, to the rizing zun
t' drunk wi zider is sorrers dip
An left im in awld Soudley Bruk so he couldst av a kip.
Ne'r in Vorest were 'im zin agyun
His caravan were up and gyon
Lazt zin 'eading Chepstow way
The missuz drivin', wi 'im running on.
Translation
I saw a great big horse
Running down the street
He had not rider on his back
And no shoes upon his feet
"Fetch that bugger here old friend
He's one of Gyp Smith's lot"
So we ran after that damn horse
As fast as us kids could
That horse he did run so fast
We couldn't catch him before he fell
Down that spoil heap to his death
Poor old Smithy, him did yell
"Stupid Bloody Horse now I got sod all to sell
The Mrs, her will do her nut, I'm not going home..oh Hell"
The boys they did take him, to the Rising Sun
To drown with cider his sorrows deep
And left him in ols Soudley Brook so he could have a sleep
Never in the Forest were him seen again
His caravan was up and gone
Last seen heading Chepstow Way
His Mrs driving, with him running on.
A-squttering dun thu strit
'Im ad no royder on iz back
An no zhus upun iz vit
"Vetch thic bugger 'ere Ol' Butt,
Im'z one ov Gyp Zmith's lot"
Zo we ran afer thic damn 'oss
As vast as uz kids couldst
Thic 'oss 'im did squitter vast
We coudtn't ketch 'im avore im vell
Doown thic spwile yup to iz dyuth
Poor awld Zmithy, 'im did yell
"Ztupid bloody 'oss, now I girt sod all te flog
The missuz er will do er nut, I yunt gwain wum O'ell"
The bwoys they did tuk im, to the rizing zun
t' drunk wi zider is sorrers dip
An left im in awld Soudley Bruk so he couldst av a kip.
Ne'r in Vorest were 'im zin agyun
His caravan were up and gyon
Lazt zin 'eading Chepstow way
The missuz drivin', wi 'im running on.
Translation
I saw a great big horse
Running down the street
He had not rider on his back
And no shoes upon his feet
"Fetch that bugger here old friend
He's one of Gyp Smith's lot"
So we ran after that damn horse
As fast as us kids could
That horse he did run so fast
We couldn't catch him before he fell
Down that spoil heap to his death
Poor old Smithy, him did yell
"Stupid Bloody Horse now I got sod all to sell
The Mrs, her will do her nut, I'm not going home..oh Hell"
The boys they did take him, to the Rising Sun
To drown with cider his sorrows deep
And left him in ols Soudley Brook so he could have a sleep
Never in the Forest were him seen again
His caravan was up and gone
Last seen heading Chepstow Way
His Mrs driving, with him running on.
Time
Time
Time moves on
Time heals
Time forgets
Time
Time to remember
Time to think
Time to regret
Time
Time that lives
Time that works
Time that neglects
Time
Time moves on
Time heals
Time forgets
Time
Time to remember
Time to think
Time to regret
Time
Time that lives
Time that works
Time that neglects
Time
Sunday, 19 September 2010
Skadi
The ground sparkles
Like it is covered by a million diamonds
Everything a blinding whiteness.
Coldness bites
Deep into my lungs as I breathe
Sharp, clean, freezing air.
She had come,
Graced us with her icy presence,
Skadi has brought forth winter.
Like it is covered by a million diamonds
Everything a blinding whiteness.
Coldness bites
Deep into my lungs as I breathe
Sharp, clean, freezing air.
She had come,
Graced us with her icy presence,
Skadi has brought forth winter.
Port Talbot
Port Talbot
A town
An enigma
Dual personality
It has
Identity crisis
To the left
steelworks,
factories,
oil refineries
pollution,
chimneys,
emissions
and more.
To the right,
hillsides,
woodlands,
bright yellow gorse,
homes,
gardens,
Schools.
Two ways
of life
separated
by the M4
Saturday, 18 September 2010
No Cards
No cards come through the door,
No parcels in the post,
No notes or letters coming,
From those she loved the most.
Old age is creeping on her,
But age comes at a cost,
Those close friends and family,
Through time have now been lost.
She sits alone just waiting,
For when her time is done,
No longer sad survivor,
No more the remaining one.
No parcels in the post,
No notes or letters coming,
From those she loved the most.
Old age is creeping on her,
But age comes at a cost,
Those close friends and family,
Through time have now been lost.
She sits alone just waiting,
For when her time is done,
No longer sad survivor,
No more the remaining one.
Autumn
September sun warm and pleasant, no jumper required
The shade, cold, biting, season is turning
Sandals and shorts away until summer
Time to hunt out coats, jumpers and socks
Shops are full of scarves, hats and gloves
No sun cream or sunglasses on the shelves
No bikinis, flip flops or sun hats
Just cardigans, cold remedies and boots
Bird no longer sing as loudly in the misty morn
Soon the frost will come and the wind shall blow
Children breathe dragon breath on the way to school
Leaves are changing and falling
Farmers are harvesting while the sun shines
Roads are full of tractors loaded with hay
Essential feed for animals in the winter
When no grass can be seen
Coalman is busy delivering his sacks
Of black coal to thankful families
Worshipped like a Pre-Christmas Santa
Bringing the gift of heat and warmth
Soon we will huddle round the fire
Watching the flames dancing in the grate
Listening to the wood cracking in the hearth
Drinking mugs of hot chocolate curled up in a chair
Winter will soon be upon us with her cold vengeance
Turning water into ice on paths and pavements
Sparking snow will cover the road stopping cars from travelling
Inside we are safe and warm, together in hibernation.
The shade, cold, biting, season is turning
Sandals and shorts away until summer
Time to hunt out coats, jumpers and socks
Shops are full of scarves, hats and gloves
No sun cream or sunglasses on the shelves
No bikinis, flip flops or sun hats
Just cardigans, cold remedies and boots
Bird no longer sing as loudly in the misty morn
Soon the frost will come and the wind shall blow
Children breathe dragon breath on the way to school
Leaves are changing and falling
Farmers are harvesting while the sun shines
Roads are full of tractors loaded with hay
Essential feed for animals in the winter
When no grass can be seen
Coalman is busy delivering his sacks
Of black coal to thankful families
Worshipped like a Pre-Christmas Santa
Bringing the gift of heat and warmth
Soon we will huddle round the fire
Watching the flames dancing in the grate
Listening to the wood cracking in the hearth
Drinking mugs of hot chocolate curled up in a chair
Winter will soon be upon us with her cold vengeance
Turning water into ice on paths and pavements
Sparking snow will cover the road stopping cars from travelling
Inside we are safe and warm, together in hibernation.
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