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OLD MEG AND HER DOG
Meg was known by the villagers as old Meg and her dog
In beautiful Scotland somewhere
With her weatherbeaten face scowling, heavy boots and legs striding
Meg walked for miles with Prince, her beloved stray dog everywhere
But her razor sharp tongue and blasphemous speech
Made most villagers cringe with fear
For Meg suffered no fools, called a spade a spade
And clipped any well-wishers round the ear
Meg lived in a tumbledown cottage folk say
And toiled hard and long it would seem
For she grew veg and spuds by the sack
Kept chickens and pigs fat
And scrubbed her washing in the stream
But one day dear old Meg was found dead in her bed
Beside her lay Prince her devoted dog too
For he pined away in grief having no wish left to live
Without his beautiful, darling Meg
For love had brought them together to share forever
The first and last love they ever knew
Joan Kernick
MEMORIES OF MY LOVE
I remember well, when we first met
So many years ago,
We pledged our love beneath the stars
The moon was shining bright.
We shared so many happy times
With the simple pleasures of life,
And each day our love grew stronger
As we faced the times of good and bad.
But with the passing of the years,
Sickness took you from me
And our Lord led you by the hand
And laid you down to rest.
Each day I feel your presence near
With natures gifts of life.
In the flowers I see your beauty
And the sky, your eyes of blue.
With the summer sun, your warm embrace.
And the rain I see your tears,
When you said goodbye and thank you,
For the wonderful times we shared.
Jim Carlin
WINTER
So desolate my garden is, and bare.
Brown earth, brown leaves swirling here and there
In gusting gales sweeping in from the sea,
Piling them against trunks of shrub and tree.
Make shelter for small things from frost and rain,
Protects them from hard weather, cold coming.
Greenfinches and titmice cling to the feeder,
Pecking hungrily at the peanuts there.
Robin and wren join my hens at breakfast,
With a ring-dove pair and dowdy dunnet.
Blackbird and brown come down to share their corn,
At first wan and ragged, now plump and bright.
But see, through the incessant drizzle
What is here? Of purest, white touched green,
Demurely nodding on its slender stem.
Like a ray of hope, sweet natures promise
Of loveliness to come, a single snowdrop.
Margaret Duguid
CAR LOVE
My little car’s called Rhoda
For she goes on the road with me
And no matter where I journey
She’s as reliable as can be
My Rhoda is bright orange
And her engine’s rather loud
But when I drive my Rhoda
I’m happy and I’m proud
My brothers howl with laughter
And call her a tin can
And even my dad keeps grinning
You can’t call him a fan
But my mum just loves my Rhoda
And will always have a ride
And waves to all the neighbours
When she’s sitting at my side
So I ignore the critics
They are as jealous as can be
For together we make a lovely team
And Rhoda’s the car for me
June Davies
A FRIENDSHIP
In a strange world of living
With the sun looks so forgiving
You dream of something so bare
Perhaps a thought which is rare
And so it seems there is someone
Who wants a friend so lonesome
It maybe comes in a dreamland
But that dream you don’t understand
So on and on is a meeting
You shake hands also a greeting
Your laugh and talk is strange
You find a partner to engage
Then came a moment together
Of a moment how to blether
Togetherness a word to create
No matter what is the fate
Thomas Cammack
AUTUMN
Sweeping up the leaves
spent memories and dark faces
Sift them, smooth them one by one
Wrinkle out the browning corners
curl them in your palm
Separate the red from yellow, rustling
in your head. Try to trace their outline,
hold them to the sun
Then the faces tilt and focus
Sharp and clear and fresh and cool
Friends and fathers, mothers, lovers,
distant sisters, distant sons.
Turn them over softly
hide them in your heart
’til they’re brittle, brown, composted
crumbling through dark soil
Keep the veins of feeling
hide them in your heart
Sweeping up the leaves
spent memories and dark faces.
Pat Mackenzie
DREAM CATCHER
Come dream catcher, stroke my fire
Flickering dreams of legends never to tire.
Dusty road crossed by sorrow and pain,
Till waking on wildflower meadow again.
Dream catchers fight the good, fight convention,
Spell of true hope out of good intention.
It’s not to win or succeed but just to try,
Glide home bonny bird in prophet’s eye.
Bringing faith, hope, and charity anew,
Bluebirds o’er the big tepee flew.
For all the little cuddly bears’ sake,
Dawn chorus, awake, awake, awake.
David K Maxwell
ODE TO MARRIAGE
Marriage is a partnership and must be worked at for
success,
Both partners must contribute to achieve true happiness.
There must be lots of give and take, and often compromise,
Each partner must be quite prepared to make some
sacrifice.
Each must respect the other and learn to understand,
The other’s strengths and weaknesses as they go hand in hand.
Honesty and caring are the keys to wedded bliss,
As through the years they face the world together.
Also this:
A word of cheer when feeling blue, support when things go wrong,
Putting the other partner first and helping them along.
A fond caress, a loving touch to show how much you care
And when the world seems it’s closing in just being there.
Marriage is a blessing as the years go drifting past,
If its gifts are nurtured then it will surely last.
All you have shared together: joys, sorrows, tears and
pleasure,
In the twilight of the years are memories to treasure.
Maureen Quirey
ME AND MY HOT WATER BOTTLE
Morning’s near over and I’m still in bed,
The rest of the day looms straight ahead.
I could paint the kitchen and forget for a while,
Sew living room curtains and pretend to smile.
I close my eyes tightly and think of a girl,
She danced with a soldier
Who bought her pearls.
Oh, where is he, with broad, comfy shoulder?
I want to turn over and go back to sleep,
But the hot water bottle lies cold on my feet.
Sick of it all, I just want to weep,
Because the hot water bottle lies cold on my feet.
Raindrops are fleeing my window pane,
Tear stained pictures begin to wane.
Now looking forward to the rest of the day,
Because the hot water bottle falls out of the bed.
Vera Middleton
ETERNITY
The great spirit of life looked down,
He saw the frailty of the human body
And beckoned, saying
Return to me from whence you came.
Passing through to the beyond
The spark of the great spirit did not mourn.
As he drew nearer to the Father,
The fountain of all life,
He felt the power and the glory
As the light of beauty grew ever brighter.
Welcoming arms reached out to enfold him
In the peace which passeth human understanding.
He bowed his head to the wisdom of the great spirit
And learned the meaning of life and perfect love.
Now in the fountain of life he would live forever,
And until his loved ones joined him there,
Only in their loving thoughts and beautiful memories
Would he live with them and share their life on earth.
Margaret Moody
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WHO BRINGS ME HOME?
Who brings me home when my day’s done?
Who keeps my smile as bright as sun?
Who brings me home when I’ve been blue?
It’s you, dear friend, with all you do
Who brings me home, gives me support?
Who gives a penny for my thoughts?
Who brings me home and sees me through?
It’s you, dear friend, with all you do
Who brings me home helps me think straight?
Who calms me down when I’m irate?
Who brings me home, helps me feel new?
It’s you, dear friend, with all you do
Who brings me home and keeps me strong?
Who helps me when things go wrong?
Who brings me home, who will stay true?
It’s you, dear friend, with all you do
Andrew Daniels
MY LOST LOVE
They always say two is a pair.
I did not feel lonely
Because you were there.
The years we spent together,
There were always two.
Now one has left
It is an empty life
Without you.
I feel as if my world
Is quiet, and still,
An empty shell
Until
My life is whole again
Once more.
When we meet again on a
Far-away shore.
Iris Tennent
MY BABY AND ME
I feel that I’m fulfiled now
My baby is so well
I cuddle her up close and I
Enjoy her special smell.
At night when she’s breast feeding
There descends a peaceful hush
In all the world, just her and me
Take time, no need to rush.
My baby’s always happy
And with little noises sweet
Her chuckles twang my heart strings
And make my joy complete.
She has pretty frilly dresses
Some white and some are pink
To choose seems a dilemma
Which one looks best? I think.
And then I cry and cry
Because I have no bigger care
Now our live are together
Can’t remember her not there.
Valerie Burch
THE BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP
Let’s write in the book of true friendship
To record some bitter sweet days,
To remind ourselves in the future
How much our togetherness pays.
Let’s all put our pens to the paper
So others will know we were one.
They can draw from the days that we once knew,
Under clear blue skies full of fun.
Let’s say how we all stood together
When trouble came over the hill.
How we leaned on the strongest of shoulders
When sorrows our life tried to fill.
Times weren’t always quite to our liking.
Our travels through life stop and start,
Yet the words written down could be striking
A tender spot deep in our heart.
So let’s write in that book of true friendship
And take a good copy of each
To show other folks of the strong chain
That a friendship like ours once did reach.
Helen Langstone
BEING WITH YOU
I wanna be with you, while you drive your car,
I wanna be with you, while you eat a chocolate bar,
I wanna be with you, as you fly through the sky,
Being near you, as we both soar high.
Standing beside you, as you fly your kite,
To be with you in the evening, to say goodnight.
To share in your day, as we go for lunch,
It’s just after breakfast, so let’s call it brunch.
I wanna be with you, as you go for a stroll,
Being beside you, as you eat a warm bread roll,
Take in a movie, share in a joke,
Later for a treat, some ice-cream and coke.
Sharing your moments, enjoying your break,
Am I making you nuts, admit it for your own sake,
My holiday is over, it’s time to go home,
You said you’d miss me, you feel strange on your own.
Michèle Wood
“Dedicated to Cheryl for a great time in California. Thank you.”
TWINS
Two little people, just like peas in a pod,
Identical in every way, a special gift from God.
They look alike, they dress alike, no-one can tell them apart,
So very bright and adorable, they can get right into your heart.
They know what each other is thinking, even though they are not near,
Their actions always are the same, but how they do it is not clear.
For twins have a special relationship that no-one can ever sever,
A togetherness that binds them through their whole life, forever.
Jan Imeson
IN PERFECT UNITY
In Him we trust and make our boast,
Come father + son + holy ghost.
Come, come creation, bend your knee,
For God the holy trinity.
Come Abba father, make a new,
May all unite as one in you.
Come Jesus Christ, who set us free,
Second person of the trinity.
Come sing our souls and raise the heat,
By power of the paraclete.
Let’s praise our God, the perfect host,
Come father, son + holy ghost.
Fred Ablitt
“Dedicated to the Holy Trinity - Father, Son, Holy Spirit, our Lord and God.”
THE DAY BEFORE
The day before I saw you,
Life seemed full, yet empty.
Walking alone, running carefree,
Drifting on life’s path to nowhere,
Like a river without rushing water,
Till a passing glimpse, a vision of.
The day before I met you,
In a crowd, nervous laughter,
Watching, waiting in wonder.
Deep warm smile inviting, calling,
Like a magnet drawn, pulling.
Then eyes meeting, a welcome greeting.
The day before you knew me,
Overcome a waterfall of emotions.
Sharing, learning, trusting hands touching.
Growing, discovering, bonding bodies locking.
Like a flower waiting to bloom,
Till snug together, as cosy, as hot buttered toast.
Like a story book with empty pages,
The day before our life was complete.
Martine Gafney
ST VALENTINE’S DAY
Before these dreary days of want,
We would celebrate at a swish restaurant.
For the financing of our romancing,
We borrowed money with such passion
As if it was going out of fashion.
I wanted to buy you red roses
Arranged in a lovely bunch,
But our bank no more lends us money,
On account of the credit crunch.
These times are very hard,
I hope they don’t get worse,
I had no cash for your valentine card
So I wrote you this little verse.
When you read it I know you will say,
Don’t get yourself into a pother,
Every day is St Valentine’s day
When the two of us are together.
Geoffrey Martin
THE RAID
That high pitch low chilling sound
We looked at each other trying not to pass on our fear
Then the sound of guns strangely comforting
The family were feeding courage from the togetherness of love
We will survive
The bombs made that special hollow noise when near
Together we prayed
Suddenly silence except for the pounding of our hearts
The sound came back long and low, we smiled relief
Now the fear for our home, was it still there?
The running man telling the news
It’s the pub and the hall
The heavy rescue, the fire brigade, the police
Now sadly the medics
Working together as one, lives to save
Families to be united, the search now on
The tears yet to come
The priest helpless, but trying his best
We all need to be brave and hope for a better future
But for now, together we have survived
Bernard Tucker
THE QUEST
The sun’s rays now depart this golden day,
Night’s melodies, with cadence sweet, draws nigh.
The stars pour soft their light into the sky,
Whilst evening clouds drift slowly, slowly by.
Ah, dusk. A time of quiet, calm repose.
The nocturne plays her melody of sound,
With message, perfect love and so profound.
(In hardened hearts it never will abound.)
The purple shadows flood across the field,
The robin now sinks deep into her nest.
Whilst here? I seek once more, my life long quest,
I know he’s there, my unseen, faithful guest.
Derek Lane
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