You make me feel like Spring is due
My veins explode
My blood pours through

Your beautiful face
So fresh, So true
Your perfect smile
So Quintessentially you

We just understand each other
Never no hullabaloo
Because my darling
You see me and i see you

thank you

Winter

Fog and mist from Winter Hill drew
over West Pennines it blew
over moorland gorse and bracken
into soot filled chimneys it did blacken
Through howling wind and driving snow
dogwalkers walk in degrees below
The water flows freely down Pick up bank
Thunderous skies miserable and dank



Spring


The hard winter doth disappear
The flowering buds reappear
Starlings arrive cometh May
lighter nights here to stay
Food plentiful rodents group
Barn Owls prepare the swoop
The green grass grow, the wind dies down
Darwen Tower sentinel over Town


Summer


The heat of summer finally here
barbecues ready flowing of beer
The Moorland cattle graze
Too much sun Moorland ablaze
Families depart summer vacation
Off they fly to foreign nation
on their return they did miss
Beautiful Darwen land of bliss


Autumn


Autumn brings forth first frost
Final sign summers lost
leaves fall russet yellowy reds
Butterflies and Bumblebees prepare their beds
Autumnal warmth bereft of heat
Hoddesden walks crunchy underfeet
Washing lines away , Out tumble driers
Kids collecting wood for their bonfires

Martyn Grindrod

' Tis day arrow depart'h Cupids bow
quilled feather aflame
Nay zephyr  t'foil path
Nay sigh , nay wrath

'Tis day Eros took shine
Le Fille aux Cheveux de Lin
For beauty she doth bring
Betrothed by emerald ring

'Tis day St.Valentine
knight of amore
did taste'th our wine
Our blessed intertwine

'Tis day penned poem f'you
T'say our love bears true
T'promise and ne'er ask why
My love is guaranteed til death I die.

thank you

To my wife
'tis your beauty I love best
Not ever nothing less
Twill never fade to nothingness

'tis my wife to whom I adore
It's her who still takes my breath
Her sincere eyes in my opine
Light up darkness with shine

Her scents my nasal bloom
Captures my mind like an ***** boon
Her very essence makes me high
One droplet sends me soaring t'sky

I'm certain to my minds eye true
There will never be another you
So for the thirtieth time
An ode for you my pretty Valentine

thank you

A butterfly whispers a solitaire kiss
A cinnamon smile in perfect bliss
Honey drips on Marzipan lips
A smile , A dimple , A gentle wisp

Demerara adorns your sweet tongue
I'm so glad you've invited me along

Oh sweet thing
Be mine for evermore
Kiss my cheek
and forever make my knees weak

thank you

Haworth

Nestled deep int' Pennine Moors
Where Heights Wuthered
West Riding of White rose
Jealously guarded by rooks and crows

Enshrouded between swales and hollows
Look o'er shoulder something follows
Ghosts and ghouls behind you brood
Apothecary intake stifles thy mood

In harshest of severe winters
When river banks burst to gloom
Three Hardy sisters named Brontë
Hatched their nom de plumes

Currer,Acton and Ellis Bell
Formed as water levels did swell
Women writers surprise 1800's populace
With dashings of feminine grace

In death their fame more grew
Life taken too early more true  
Borne from life of drear
Fame and fortune found no panacea

Now their spirits prowl in adversity
Cats and dogs sense extra sensory
Shadowy graveyards protected by rooks  
Beautiful Haworth, A village of spooks

thank you