The very word itself is inspiring; it conjures up in my mind a world of infinite wonders that I can only marvel at.  Wonders that my head remind me that nature does not revolve around me, but around a vast universe of possibility.  For whether I acknowledge it or not, Mother Nature and all her diverse energies will continue to exist long after I have evaporated into the sand of earthly time.  She will continue to vibrate at her own frequency ever evolving and enhancing her beauty until she metamorphosis into the star she is meant to be.

The poems and writings on this site and within my books are purposely simple and are meant as building blocks to deeper thoughts (yours not mine).  They are reminders of things that in time have been overlooked or forgotten.

Please accept these little ramblings as signposts to the world you might have left behind in the innocence of yesterday

The Quest September P.O.M

The Quest

Look into your future

and you will see your past

For nothing in that vision

is changed within the vast

As things are all repeated

again and then again

So making all your choices

will only end the same

A trip back home to heaven

where all the answers lie

Within the halls of wisdom

that’s closed to you and I

Except when hearts are opened

to see inside your soul

And measure out the journey

that each life does enfold

As it races to its conclusion

upon this waking dream

That travels ever onward

to a light that’s yet unseen

PTT 29.03.19.

Your Time Of Life & Windmills

Your time of life

Well once it was the children

I washed and put to bed

But now that time has flew by

I find it’s me instead

I never really noticed

Just when this came to pass

That I put on my jim jams

Just after tea has past

Outside the children are playing

Without a single care

While I make myself some cocoa

Before I climb the stairs

These days I get so tired

And find I’m slowing down

But still I think of yesterday

And the way I’d run around

To live again those moments

To watch the rising sun

And be up really early

Just as the dawns begun

Those lovely secret moments

That comes but once in life

When family and friends

Invade your time of life.

ptt june 2015

Thought To Ponder – “it is one of the commonest of mistakes to consider that the limit of our power of perception is also the limit of all there is to perceive – Charles Webster Leadbeater

WINDMILLS

I THROW MY CAP AT WINDMILLS

WHOSE PADDLES SPIN AROUND

ARCHING THROUGH THE BREEZES

WHOSE GUSTS THEY DO ABOUND

I THROW MY CAP AT FARMERS

WHO PLOUGH THEIR FURROWS DEEP

IN PERFECT LINES OF SYMMETRY

FOR AUTUMN CROP TO REAP

I THROW MY CAP AT HEDGEROWS

WHO OFFER BIRDS A CHANCE

TO NEST AND HAVE THEIR BABIES

UPON THEIR TWIGS AND BRANCH

I THROW MY CAP AT RAINDROPS

THAT MASK THE SKY WITH GREY

AND QUENCH THE LITTLE SEEDLINGS

WHILE IN THE FIELDS THEY LAY

I THROW MY CAP AT INSECTS

WHO GO ABOUT THEIR DAY

TO POLLINATE THE FLOWERS

WITHIN THEIR GIFTS OF PLAY

I THROW MY CAP AT MOONBEAMS

WHO DANCE ME IN THEIR LIGHT

AND GUIDE ME TO MY HOMESTEAD

SO I CAN REST TONIGHT

I THROW MY CAP AT NATURE

FOR ALL THE THINGS I SEE

THAT MAKE ME FEEL SO CARED FOR

AND DRESS MY LIFE WITH GLEE

PTTODD AUG2009ã

MUSIC ON YOU TUBE – ANITA CERQUETTI – VISSI D’ARTE (Puccini)

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Friends & When A Raindrop Hits A River 02.09.2026.

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Busy Little Spider & Butterfly Sanctuary 26.08.2026.

You are safe no spider picture Busy little spider Spinning out his web He lays it like a table For soon he will be fed He likes his food to be fresh So insects please beware When you’re passing by it Don’t touch if you dare Or else he’ll jump upon you And wrap you up...

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4 Comments

  1. Tangles

    I always find your poems so refreshing and indeed relaxing. When life becomes a whirl and gets too fast to cope with I just ‘fix’ myself by reading what you bring forward. Indeed a great tonic for me. Thank you Phil x

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  2. Ann Morgan

    Thank you Phil for bringing memories forward and knowledge that everything and everyone is just a thought away !

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    • Tracy Bleasdale

      Hi Phil,

      loving your work!

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      • Phil Todd

        Hi Tracy Sorry I didn’t reply sooner. I hope you and your lovely family are well. I only go into my website on a Wednesday as a rule to update it. The website has a good following and it’s nice that you enjoy my simple poems. x

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I have a firm belief in angels and feel them around me all of the time, especially when I need an extra bit of help in making decisions

Also, as I get older, I have a much better appreciation of the beauty of Mother Nature and enjoy nothing more than to sit in my garden and let her overwhelm me with her many gifts

The poems and writings on this website are reflections of my thoughts on various subjects, as they wander through my mind