To hear the wings from above,
An angel in the sky,
A message delivered,
Protection from a high,
That message of love,
From a guardian angel,
The one you learn to trust,
Guiding you on your way,
To another day,
Thursday, 5 January 2023
A Whisper From a Ghost of The Past
A whisper from the ghost of the past,
Carried by the wind over the burning bridge,
Heard by the intended,
Who stood and laughed,
For the garden they now tended they were respected,
Monday, 2 January 2023
2023
A ghost of Christmas Past,
Rested at Last,
Auld Lang Syne sang,
The Church Bells rang,
As a New Year born,
Fireworks,
Lit the sky,
Rockets way up high,
With hopes and dreams,
New resolutions,
Diets and things,
Wednesday, 28 December 2022
A Ghost of A Butterfly
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| Butterfly Meadow |
She rested under the willow tree,
The branches low and swinging free,
Catkins drooping overhead,
That is where she rested her weary head,
A ghost of butterfly,
In a meadow where she used to fly,
Watching now the butterflies in the sky,
Tuesday, 27 December 2022
WONDER
To wonder,
What a future holds,
Nobody knows,
Of dreams and wishes,
What the heart longs for,
A change in life,
Of fortune,
Love and more,
In a present moment,
That is the gift,
To breath in the air,
The time to live,
To love the one's that mean the most,
To express the words to tell them so,
The past,
The present,
The future,
Divisions of life,
A second in a hand,
As time goes by,
Of smiles and laughter,
Rivers that flowed by tears that are shown,
All memories individual owned,
So to the stage,
One must go,
To play the part,
An actor's role,
Until the day we depart.........
Of Christmas Past
A new dawn has come and a Christmas is past,
Memories made to last,
Of kissing under the mistletoe,
Of carol singing,
Christmas present wrapping,
Mulled wine and sleigh bells ringing,
Unwrapping of the presents hidden under the tree,
Presents from you,
Presents from me,
Of children's laughter,
The joy that it brings,
Now to start to planning for a Christmas next year....
Thursday, 22 December 2022
A Winters Day
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| Robin |
To walk a path on a winter's day,
Thoughts in your mind,
You lost your way,
Needed a sign to get you back on track,
That is when he came along,
With a flash of red,
Upon a breast,
Just to let you know your not alone,
That little friend,
Robin,
To guide you home,
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