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

Washed Sand November P.O.M.

Washed Sand

Who am I that stain the sand

Whose every footprint mark this land

For as my breath invites the day

In idle thoughts I drift away

I gaze behind to see my path

As in real time the sea it laps

But when at last in full retreat

I search to find my footprints neat

The sand is smooth like as before

It’s then I know I’m nothing more

Than just a grain of sand

For who am I that breaks the corn

As through its passage I am borne

Whose very motion in display

Pushes all the husks away

Who answers not to every breeze

And seems to wander as he please

Until at last I look behind

At waving corn again to find

My path is closed from every view

It’s then I know it’s nothing new

I’m just a husk of corn

For who am I that parts the sky

To dance with clouds as they pass by

Who’s every shout like thunder roars

To lighten up the nights applause

I savour each and every sigh

As birds upon the mist drift by

And snowy flakes in spinning curl

Release a whiteness to unfurl

But where am I in all these things

Did nature really give me wings

Its then I know without surprise

As I look back across the skies

I’m just a drop of rain

The Garden Invader

There’s a squirrel in my garden
And its eating all my nuts
Hanging from the feeder
In a way that I don’t trust
The pigeons in their numbers
Simply stand and stare
And watch their morning breakfast
Vanish in thin air
That bushy tailed invader
Really does not care
For it just keeps right on eating
All the nuts that’s hanging there
It’s acrobat endeavor seem to be a feat
That mesmerizes pigeons as they waddle with empty beaks
A cat in stalking presents looks on as if beguiled
While watching that hanging squirrel
That seems swing in style
At last it notes my presence
And makes for it’s a escape
With a belly full of peanuts
That no one said it could take.
PTT

Thought to Ponder – The greenest home is the one you don’t build. If you really want to save the Earth, move in with another family and share a house that’s already built. Better yet, live in the forest and eat whatever the squirrels don’t want. Scott Adams

 

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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