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Autumn Requiem

When the green of summer changes to an autumn glow,

When the sun settles in the western skies,

When the hours of sunlight get less and less each day,

When the flowers of the field say their goodbyes,

We can hear the music of the autumn requiem,

Which reminds us that each year part of nature dies.

When the birds flock together and prepare to fly away,

To seek food and warmth in foreign land,

When hedgehogs look fora place to hibernate,

It’s a sure sign that winter is close at hand,

The music of the autumn requiem can be heard,

It’s a message which is easy for us to understand.

When the apples on the trees are ripe for picking,

And the grain harvest has been safely stored away,

When the seed for next years harvest has been sown,

Farmers can relax in the calmness of an autumn day,

As they listen to the music of the autumn requiem,

That reminds them that seed time and  harvest will   never pass away.

This promise of god is one on which they can rely,

Knowing that their success depends upon natures cooperation,

Knowing  that hard work on their part is essential,

If they are to provide for the needs of the nation,

But as they listen to the autumn requiem,

They are reminded that god is part of the equation.

By Ron Martin

Charge Of The Light Brigade – Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson-Famous Poet

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HALF a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns! ‘ he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

‘Forward, the Light Brigade! ‘
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Some one had blunder’d:
Their’s not to make reply,
Their’s not to reason why,
Their’s but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder’d.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
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Mother’s Passing -Promote Yourself

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Memory of Cape Cod – YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

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The wind in the ash-tree sounds like surf on the shore at Truro.
I will shut my eyes . . . hush, be still with your silly bleating,
sheep on Shillingstone Hill . . .

They said: Come along! They said: Leave your pebbles on the sand and come along, it’s long after sunset!
The mosquitoes will be thick in the pine-woods along by Long Nook, the wind’s
died down!
They said: Leave your pebbles on the sand, and your shells, too, and come along, we’ll find you another beach like the beach at Truro.

Let me listen to wind in the ash . . . it sounds like surf on the
shore.

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

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WHAT’S YOUR’S?

FUTURE TREE – Promote Yourself

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Imagine a tree
That grew so high
If you climbed it you’d see
To a place beyond time

You’d see all the futures
The years up ahead
Then climb down with stories
Just filling your head

You’d tell all your friends
who’d laugh and say,
‘See into the future?’
‘You’re kidding!’, ‘No way!’

‘Ok then, I’ll prove it!
Wait here, I’ll be back’
Then off at a run
Down the future tree track.

You’d see even more
And remember it all
Then back on the ground
Feel a hundred feet tall

‘You’ll marry at twenty’
‘You’ll move house next week.’
‘You’ll pass all you math’s tests’
‘You’ll sing in your sleep.’

They’d stare at you, scared now
Believing they’d say,
‘How’d you know so much then?
Please tell us your way.’

‘I just climb this tree.
It’s so high I can see
Right into the future
And all that will be.’

‘Where is it? I’m coming!
No me next! Let me!’
And shaking and scrambling
You all climb the tree.

‘We’re too many. Get down!
You’ll break it! Please stop!’
But nobody’s listening
Their goal is the top.

The tree starts to bend
It creaks and it sways
‘What’s that? Why’s it moving?
Do something!’ They say

You scream and you shout
And hang on for dear life
‘The trees falling down!’
And again, you’re quite right.

It falls in slow motion
A million miles long
On its side it could stretch
From Madrid to Hong Kong

So be warned if you’re climbing
A special tree
Just keep it a secret
Between you and me!

Harula Ladd

The mid morning blues

 

You are sitting at your desk

Time for a well earned rest

To drink coffee or tea,

To look out of the window

Where there is plenty to see,

People rushing by

A man stares back at you

With a glint in his eye,

Then you hear a baby starting to cry

You notice a robin,

Perched by the water’s edge,

Weaving and bobbing to eat his bread

The clock strikes twelve

Your break has come to an end

Your coffee cup is empty

Still you cling to it, like it is your best friend,

The telephone is ringing

Your client awaits

You have redeemed all of your coffee breaks,

Until tomorrow looms

When you will once again

Meet the mid morning blues

By Gillian Sims

DISTANCE

Tranquil Sea

 

Sometimes, the obvious is in front of you! I used a poem in my book above that may be a good addition, please consider:

Her arms waiting, warm inviting water, a floating dream of promise.
Transformed with the years of endless cycles,
Tides in and out, changing surface and angry motion.
You spin and twist, struggling to free yourself from the emotional undertow,
And then you glimpse a tranquil sea.
Other arms reach for you to tame the raging eddy.
Yet her cold tendrils still cling; her acrid, salty taste still coats your heart.
You live entangled.

(Excerpt from character, Lili’s, paranormal book)
From Chapter Twenty-Nine, SHADOWWATER by Wendy Shreve, Copyright March 2013

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