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Things I like


Crimson kisses

Seashell whispers

Shy hello’s to French fellows

Soft and luscious marshmallows

Deep red roses

Babies noses,

Large rolling sea waves

Mysterious beach caves,

Deep purple crushed velvet

Treasures that I have kept,

Red and brown autumn leaves

Sweet memories of sweet dreams,

children’s laughter while they play

Meeting dawn, a brand new day,

Daffodils in the spring

All the pleasures that summer can bring,

Warm sweet mulled wine

The season of Christmas time,

Making strawberry jam

The beautiful sight of a new-born lamb,

Finding words for poetry

Sitting quietly with a cup of tea,

Walking the sands in my bare feet

Enjoying the ultimate barbecue feast,

Seeing the wonderful sights of the coast

Eating a lovely Sunday roast,

Watching the ducks swim and bathe

The aroma of freshly baked bread

Cascades of colour from fireworks

Up with the lark feeling alert

Seeing the stars in the sky at night

These are all the things I like

By Gillian Sims

Harvest Festival

Thank you Father for Nature,

For supplying the food we eat,

For the many wonderful fruits,

That is tasty and so sweet.

 

Thank you for the vegetables,

That helps the body to survive,

That nourishes our very being,

To keep us all alive.

 

Thank you for the conditions,

The wind, the rain and storm,

Thank you for the sunshine,

That ripens the fields of corn.

 

Bless all the harvest,

Those graces our table fare,

Abundance of glorious food,

A feast for all to share.

So as we celebrate Harvest Festival,

Let us think of those in need,

Send your thoughts out to the starving,

That all of them may feed.

 

Help us share your treasure,

To those that are starving today,

Give them strength and nourishment,

To soothe their pains away.

 

If through your love and understanding,

We conquer famine decay and despair,

Then Father we have learnt our lesson,

For through you we have learnt to share.

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw  

Stem the flow

In choosing bloom which echoes all you are
Such beauty as mine eyes could e’er behold
By searching out, within; both near and far
Hath caused my mind to reach beyond the fold
As held in dreams to nurture midst the soil
Near sheltered walls surrounding garden home
Where ‘Blue Moon’ rose escapes own mortal coil
To stand erect with lilac centre blown
A rare display doth bring to us each day
Concentric petals splayed to greet the sun
Through ‘scented tea’ its fragrance seems to say
“Come hither breathe me in, for I’m the one”
No pointed thorns are deemed to cause one pain
If they perchance should puncture love’s sweet vein 
By Richard Gildea ©2012
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