Silver droplets glisten
In the morning sun
A light fresh breeze
Moves softly through
The forest trees
Birds chirping
Their morning song
Building their nest
As the day goes on

Leaves of gold
And faded greens,
Fill the branches of
Trees and paths with
Acorns conkers and sycamore seeds,

As the sun sits low
Behind the trees
Its sets off natures
Splendours

A new born baby
What joys
They bring
Was it worth
All that pain
Carrying the weight
Must have been
A strain
The weeks
And months
Watching your stomach grow
Must have been going

Def Leopard and White Snake
What great bands to watch
They absolutely rock
None stop
Head banging sounds
Feet stomping the ground
The songs you sing
Out loud
Air guitar
How sweet it plays

Wish
I could win
The pools
The lottery
Would be nice
Not have a worry
In the world
I could live
A comfortable life
No worries
About money
Or
The next
Dreaded bill
But

What shall we do today
Shall we go fishing
That will be fun
Or shall we go
And see a match
Or go down to the pub
And have a drink
A game of pool
Or a game of darts
Dominos

I want to be

A hippy

And spread

The word

Of peace

And love

Walk free

And naked

In fields

Of daisy chains

And butter cups

Making sweet music

With cosmic sounds

Tick tock tick tock tick tock
Tick

Time can be fast
Time can be slow
Time can drag
Time can pass
Tick tock goes the clock

Time in the future
Time in the past
Time into space

You know
You know
I have just got a new car
You know
It’s red with yellow strips

As I’m walking
Through the dark
Empty streets
I feel as thou
Some one’
Is following me
I look around
To satisfy my mind
I see a faint figure
In old costume design

A chill goes

Like a dream
In green silken meadows
Were I lay
Watching the light clouds
Forming
Magnificent shapes
Light warm breezes
Stroking my face
The sunrays
Casting shadows
Were I lay

Mobile Phone
What an invention
And how useful it can be

Don’t have to look around
For phone boxes
And carry lots of change
Just pick up your mobile
With out any strings

It features

Today the weather
Is very dull
North winds blow
High and low
The clouds are black
Full of rain
Ready to pound
Upon the mystery lands terrain

Our ship is being
Blown about
Tossing turning

I feel like a door mat
Everyone
Uses me
I act as if
I don’t care
The things they do
Don’t bother me
But deep down inside of me
It cuts me up
And is hurting me
I’m on the verge of

The horns
Their blowing
Tally ho
The humans say

They set their hounds
After me
I must escape

They chase me for pleasure
No
It must be hate
Oh no
Silly me