FARAWAYFARER In this scene, serene, The soft wind whispers faraway, Through lush green meadows clean, Where daisies sway, With sweet petals shed, In bright streaming streamlets, Beneath blissful clear blue skies, Of dreamful days - full of wonder! Gone on by...
J WOODS, Windy Nook, Gateshead THE AUGUST BREEZE Hard work went into the festivals And why do we do it To see the sunshine and sand And flowers beyond belief The tool boxes are open/Work is happening now The children are asking questions/In the August breeze Of when and how Its gone on for centuries And the swift can glide Like an aeroplane The bumble bee can Spin and turn We can run and learn And when the month is done We will have enjoyed The changes and frustrations Of the days The weddings the funerals The birthdays the broken/And successful dreams Put the kettle on and/Buy something new Move the money about/Eat and drink Help somebody in distress/And remember the Summer Rose And the rest and be blessed KENNETH MOOD
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