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 in the Month of May

 

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.....

                                                                                    

                                                                            

                                                                                    

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A confetti Trail

A vision of a confetti trial,

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 two have become man and wife, 

Bluebell Woods of Spiritual Divine

Listening to the bluebells ring,

In this enchanted wood,

A carpet of blue with a canopy of green,

This beautiful land of a fairy queen,

Protected by the ancient trees,

The mystical presence of the spiritual divine,

In this sacred and secret land, 

Where pixies are known to stroll but keeping out of sight.