November Rain

Gusting winds,

November rain,

Then the snow,

Leaves come drifting down,

To fall on woodland floors,

Carpeting the ground in layers,

Where they fall,

A mixture of colours,

The patterns are formed,

Like a mosaic art piece,

For the squirrels to explore.

Widecombe Bay

The path led me to Widecombe Bay,

With white horses racing to shore,

Listening to the roar,

Which one would be the first to shore,

Crashing in to seashore rocks,

Wave spray created by the shock,

With gulls flying in the sky,

Playing with the breeze,

Before they dive,

Surfers on the crest,

Putting their skills to the test,

People on the beach,

Some with dogs,

Off the leash..... 

Widecombe Bay Dog Walker

Widecombe Bay Surfer

Squadron of Geese

The sound of cracking wings,

Carried upon the wind,

As a squadron of geese followed a river course,

Led by a Wing Commander,

A circle and begin to descend,

The Wild Geese Mission is set to begin.....

 

Branching Out and Reaching High

Branching out aiming high,

No limitation reaching the sky,

For a seed was planted long ago,

Over the years the seed did grow,

Strong roots were grown on firm ground,

To grow into a mighty tree,

Strong the trunk needed to be,

In order for branches to spread,

To form a canopy,

 

Oak and Shield

Stood under a mighty Oak,

An Oak and shield protecting me,

Viewing a meandering Dart,

Flowing to the sea,

Totnes Town spied afar,

Rolling fields of green,

With edges filled by trees...

 

Ancient Home

Standing in a circle of an ancient home,

Led to this place by a row of stones,

In the mist and the rain,

On a windy day,

High on Tor, a ball gate in a magical place,

Dartmoor has beauty on any day,

Just make sure you don't lose your way,

So stay on track, 

For that will get you safely back...

 

A Dartmoor Day

To fall in love,

In love with life again,

To heal on a path of a Dartmoor way,

To walk upon the moorland grass,

Between the granite rocks and the gorse,

To come across a stone row,

An ancient settlement of long ago,

To stand where ancestors have been,

Go explore the great outdoors,

In the sun and the rain,

Who is Laughing the Most

One was running, one stood still,

One's glass half empty, one half full,

The day one fell, one kept running,

On another path,

A path a new,

In the dark one lay,

Fighting to survive,

To change and adapt with personnel growth,

One stood up to laugh the most....

A New Day a New Way

Dark clouds gather above,

As the sky starts to cry,

Pain in the rain,

The memory is a stain,

The one that remains,

To this day,

Tear stained scars,

Left with a broken heart,

A man has to start a new day,

A new way,

On a path,

Read 'Em and Weep

Read 'Em and Weep,

Stood with an onion in hand,

Playing with the cards that have been dealt,

Cut and diced and shuffled out,

An honest gesture stretching over time,

With tears in the eyes,

From the pain of the cut,

The effects of this onion has been felt much,

With tear stained scars marking the cheeks.....

The Dartmoor Way

 

Walking over baron land,

Going to Tors where they stand,

Of marsh and peaty sand,

Beware the bogs for they are deep,

Granite boulders lay about,

Where heather grows and  cotton wool clouds are low,

When the wind is strong it will drive the rain,

From this source the river flows,

Down through the valley below,

To meet the sea with golden sands,

A land of myths and legends,

Tales to chill those bones,

Of Devil's footprints across this land,

A place to explore with a compass in hand.....

                                                                                    

                                                                            

                                                                                    

A Confetti Trail

A vision of a confetti trail,

Two lovers walked to ringing bells,

For cupid had shot an arrow deep,

A couple in love at first sight,

Two have now become one,

A journey to new heights,

For now they are man and wife, 

Nature Walks of Life

A path takes us to new locations,

From the past position,

To a present time,

A memory captured in a lens,

The window of the mind,

Around the corner the future untold,

Until we get there we will not know,

So enjoy the journey on the path,

Capturing memories that will last,

 

Sheep's Tor

A woolly fleece on a windy day,

Protects its owner on a winters day,

High on the moor where the weather is rough,

Where the ground is made of granite rock,

Dartmoor Sheep

The Rocky Path

Some paths we take can be rocky,

We can trip and stumble,

Nobody said it would be easy,

From the lessons learnt,

Your doing great,

Keep moving forward,

For as you cover the ground,

You are getting stronger.

 

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

 

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.......