Drifting on the Currents

Drifting on the currents,

Taken by the tide,

Letting life's ripples pass on by.

Floating through the storms,

Directed by the wind,

Basking in the sun light,

Feeling alive again,

Living in the seasons as they come around,

Searching for a Pen,

To write a fairy tale true,

To capture all the dreams,

The ones that becomes real.....

 

The Universal Plan

A circle of life in grains of sand,

A biography expressed with a gesture of the hand,

Moving forward in a clockwise motion,

Capturing a concept of opposites attract,

The dualism of concepts individually experienced,

In the natural world there will be dark and there will be light,

With the circle of life there will be love and there will be loss, 

In hope and faith we must trust,

Life will go forward to the universal plan.

Torquay Sand Man Art

 

Shades of Green

Shades of green,

Rustling in the wind,

Trunks go high reaching out to the sky,

Rays of sun breaking through, 

From a background of a sky blue,

Cotton wool clouds,

Collecting moisture from the air,

Swaying branches, 

Dancing in the breeze,

Natures chorus as day light breaks,

Dawning of a brand new day,

The morning begins.

Grains of Sand

Grains of sand, 

Falling from the hands,

Like a broken hour glass,

Time wasted through the breach,

Like foot prints made on the beach that day,

Will sadly be washed away,

But the memories will always stay.  

Kindness goes along way

As I walked the streets today I saw an old man on my way,

Sat on the floor of a door way,

A cup at his feet but he did not speak,

Not sat alone a companion beside him, 

A loyal old stray,

Together they are there to beg, 

No home do they have, 

So there they stay,

Everyone has a story to tell,

But be kind as you go along your way.

 

Butterflies that Steal Your Sleep

 

To wake inside a dream as butterflies steal your sleep,

Resurrection to life from the chaos that has been,

Transformation from what once was to what can be,

A renewal of believe in those wings to fly again,

To start on a journey with hope and faith,

Be the creator of unsung success,

Manifesting the visions to bring the dreams to life.......

Bluebell Woods

Strolling through the English woods with respect,

The magpie like a spy in respite watches intently through its specs,

Silver birch growing high to form a canopy in the sky,

A carpet of bluebells cover the ground, 

In this ancient woodland to be found,

With tales of witches thimbles and cuckoo boots,

With fairies playing tunes as they dart about,

Summoned to a woodland gathering because there is a stranger about,

Stag of the Night

A Hart is lit by the New Moon light,

A guiding light in the dark of the night,

With drifting clouds floating on the air,

With twinkling stars sharing the sky,

A high land traveller the Monarch of the Glen,

Regal in his right the Stag of the Night.

 

The Little Drummer Boy of War

Drum, drum, drum,

Rat a tat, tat,

The little boy made the tune with his little wooden sticks,

Men marched forward,

For death or glory,

As the little drummer boy beat the drums of war,

To herald the call,

Do not let the standard bearer fall....

A Fragile Stand

Standing tall but a fragile thing,

Vulnerable and open to the wind,

Healing from the emotional pain,

Surviving from the challenges and difficulties we all know about,

A symbol of life with hope and dreams,

Just close your eyes and make a wish as you blow on the dandelion fluff,

Away it goes,

To new pastures green,

A seed of life,

To grow in the fields of dreams,

Windows

To look through the windows with open eyes,

To look upon the land and at the blue in the skies,

To feel the golden rays bringing warmth to the skin,

To walk in the footsteps of those that have been,

To feel the gentle breeze and listen to the sounds,

With birds singing choruses from niches in the wall,

With other little rodents running to explore,

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R.I.P HRH Prince Philip, The Duke of Edinburgh

Rest In Peace HRH Prince Philip,

The Duke of Edinburgh,

Consort of the Queen,

You will be sadly missed by all that you have encouraged and supported,

May your legacy live on,

Scarlet Elf Cups

Scarlet cups left by an Elf,

Signs of magic left on the ground,

With sticks and leaves decaying on the woodland floor,

Laying there for insects to explore,

The wonder of mother nature occurs during the day and the night,

With the effects of moon and the sun light,

Where fairies come to bathe in the spring.

In an ancient woodland in England......

 

Blind as a Bat

Blind as a bat,

In a flap,

Meandering all over the place,

Listening to noise,

The power of thought,

Ignoring things,

By taking a difference course,

Echoing sounds all around,

Trying to confuse things,

Using foresight to navigate, 

Escaping distance in the dead of the night,

In a deep sleep and dreaming,

Cherry Blossom

Sitting beneath the cherry tree,

On the sunny days in the spring,

The time of renewal to experience the beautiful things,

Dreaming the time away as lonely clouds drift in the sky,

As the flowers on the cherry tree bloom,

Thoughts of passing times,

Listening to the birds of spring,

In chorus they love to sing,

With humble bumble bees buzzing with their busy wings,

With the gentle breeze the blossom starts to fall,

To gently kiss my skin as I sit watching cotton wool clouds way up high,