Go out there.
Breathe the air.
Hear the birds.
Be deaf to
a harsh world.
Every day is a blessing.
Just ask the dead.
          
                    They know!

We always do our best
but it never seems enough,
the cost of living rises
and times are very tough,
we try to make ends meet,
cut back where we can,
yet bit by bit our savings
are going down the pan.
I don't know how we'll manage,
but manage we simply must,
even though we ask ourselves
how long till we're bust?

Bob you found your way to James
who took you in
and cared for you.
You were two souls who were lost
that needed to meet  so you could
shape your future together.
You helped one another
through the storm
and found your way to the rainbow.
Your story is an inspiration
- a tonic in these troubled times,
living proof that resilience is common
across all species combined
and, when you hit your lowest note,
the only thing to do
is aim high,
because sometimes,
we need to be in the dark
before we can appreciate
the light.

there's nothing wrong with
being kind to other folk
even a gentle word
can make a massive difference
words guide us, teach us, encourage us
and heal us

my heart is ruled
by my pen

All through villages,
floodwater crept,
up land and down land
as villagers slept.
Creeping and sweeping
in wave after wave.
How could the people
ever be saved?

Angelina has a rainbow which is yellow, mauve and pink.
She likes to go there often if she wants to sit and think.
She like the way it shimmers and watches as it shines,
she knows that it will answer any question that she finds.
She watches birds and animals that dance beneath its arch,
and the mischief of the squirrels,  which always makes her laugh,
She likes to know the rainbow will softly wipe her tears.
She loves the way it listens as she tells it of her fears,
for sometimes, when she's home again, it's very sad but true
that Angelina's rainbow turns purple, black and blue.