Graced

Graced with the rising Sun,

A new day born,

This day has begun,

With the Sun crossing the horizon line,

Warming rays,

Caress the bay,

With kissing waves,

On golden shores,

With a gentle sound,

Of rolling pebbles,

As the tide,

Lowers with the time,

With shadows coming out to play,

All occurring in a natural way....

Dawn in Torbay

 

On One's Own Path

On one's path,

One must go,

It makes no difference,

If one goes fast,

Or if one goes slow,

No destination,

Clear in the mind,

Just moving forward,

That's all,

In one's own time,

That's all that one knows.....

Travel The Path

To travel the paths,

Night or day,

All in an individual way,

Over the mountains,

Through the vale's,

Sometimes in the sunshine,

The rain and the hail,

To a special place you find,

Appreciating the view,

When you look back,

To see how far you have come,

On the path you choose,

Berry Head Devon

 

When We Pause

In life we find times when we pause,

It's all about choice,

Your choice,

No right,

No wrong,

Be brave and take that first step,

It it doesn't go as planned,

Pause,

You learned,

Let your inner instincts guide you,

One day that path will lead to a wonderful thing,

The Path

Thoughts of Grains of Sand

Thoughts deep within the mind,

Clog's turning,

A momentum of time,

Grains of sand drop,

Through the hands,

As they grace the face of the dial,

As the sun rises,

Casting shadows across the land,

All that remains are the memories past,

At this present moment in the mind,

Grains of Sand

 

Rising With The Morning Sun

To rise with the morning sun,

With a beaming smile with a warming ray,

The day has begun,

Listening to the radio a favourite song,

With a chorus of birds singing along,

Watching the dancing shadows cross the grassland floor,

Cast from the trees that sway to the gentle breeze,

Dawn 

The Platform

In a waiting moment,

To stand on a platform,

Waiting for the time to arrive,

As an hour clock dictated by grains of sand drain,

To wait or travel on the train,

One must decide,

To stay in a place or go forward with the day's tat remain..

Steam Train Goodrington Devon UK

Singing on a September Day

A blackbird singing at the break of day,

Announcing the dawn of a present day,

That warming glow as the sun starts to show,

Over a golden bay,

On this September day