A Poem from 2017
A Romantics Dream
Like a raft that drifts
On a lazy stream
Or a dappled light
From a moonlight gleam
My mind it wanders
Through the stars
To a time and place
We once called ours
Where flowers grew
Just to reach the sky
And raindrops kissed
An earth so dry
Where breezes blew
To caress the leaves
And rainbows arched
The sky to tease
Where a spinning earth
Did an ellipical dance
As through this universe
It did prance
To mock at time
That holds no sway
For nothings lost
Just put away
Within my romantic dreams
From my book Cherished Whispers
Meadow Flower
Within a field of barley
I found a meadow flower
It stood there like a symbol
That nothing could devour
It didn’t need a future
For this, it was its time
With heavy leaden petals
It shone to Gods design
The barley all around it
Could only stand and stare
To marvel at its beauty
As it nestled there
In unexpected moments
It felt the kiss of bees
Whilst sheltered from the north wind
By all the nearby trees
Its such a gift to find it
It really made my day
While wandering through the barley
Upon this summers day
Thoughts to Ponder – “We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?” – Richard Dawkins
Music on You Tube – The Party’s Over – Lonnie Donegan (a beautiful version of a very melancholy song… )
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