In the field of white
Everything is coated from head to toe
In a icy blanket
Of crisp sparkling snow.
The path that often takes
Us past the little duck pond
Crunches beneath our feet
White with snow and far beyond.
We can see the ice
With frozen ducks and drakes
Huddled from the cold wind
And the falling snowflakes.
The force of the snow
Has detached and thrown
Down to the base of the tree
The pretty fragrant fir cone.
It is placed in the basket
Covered in melting ice
It will decorate the fireplace
With berries and cinnamon spice.
There is a sense of magic everywhere
On each and every stone and rock
Twinkling diamonds reflected by the sun
Wet underfoot seeping in my shoe and sock.
Toes feel like little blocks of pure ice
Must make the way back to the roaring fire
Hot chocolate and toast sounding nice
Take off my icy clothes and into something drier.
The snow from my window looks inviting
The red of the berry against the blue of the snow.
The smile on my face tells the story
Nice and warm where the wind cannot blow.

Whispering sweet nothings
Into my Lover’s ear
Words may be discovered
And they do not disappear.
Invent new methods and new means
The words returning but he does not
Then it all come apart at the seams.

Strolling along the footpaths in my mind
Kicking away unwanted leaves
Never knowing what I might find
or indeed what my journey achieves.

I know hopes and dreams are buried somewhere
in a file I clearly wanted to relive
Most of my dreams are on a wing and a prayer
and some of my hopes are wanting to forgive.

I come across memories from a short while ago
I sit on the bank and on my face there is a smile
Across the stream shines a golden glow
I plan to sit and dream just for a while.

I feel a chill and there is a twinkle from a distant star
I have lost track of time; dusk has arrived too soon
Visions of my youth has nudged me from afar
and I hear gentle whispers from the silvery moon.

There are secrets in the woods
there are whispers in the breeze
The gathering has an opinion
and that is the whispers aren't Chinese.
They have all had their say
It is the talk among the trees
If they are not careful
this talk will bring them to their knees.
It is like they are playing a game
and it has been deemed checkmate
the talk is in the thick of the wood
an it told it to them straight.
From twig to branch
from each and every little leaf
the talk is just a whisper
and that is the belief.

They came
and they went.
She recognised the scent.
She followed her instinct grudgingly
Silently, gently and lovingly.
She waited and she waited.
which she absolutely hated.
She heard them again in the silence
Were these whispers in defiance
Were they meant to be heard?
The unforgiving spoken word.
Spoken from the grave she thought
the evidence she sought
Why her? Why now? Why?
She shed a tear, but could not cry.
She wanted to whisper back - she did try.
But no words came, she tried to scream
it was like a nightmare, never ending dream.
The voices left a clear frightening mark
Why did she hear the whispers in the dark?

There is a strange noise
I heard it long ago.
It blew messages as I strolled
where gentle streams flow.
These waters sent notes
written on dry crisp leaves
To the clouds to scatter messages
from angels silver sleeves.
The messages were whistles in the wind
I shall never forget that tale
from the slightest, smallest breeze
to a force nine gale.
The messages were gentle from the angels
They bought smiles and laughter that day.
Those whistles in the softest of breeze
are with me now and that is where they'll stay.

Blue and grey met up one day
in the middle of the ocean
They had a meeting with the waves
and questioned the commotion.
Why the big splash?
Will there be any more?
They watch as white horses
gallop and race to the shore.
The white horses (the waves) of the sea
gather speed, froth salt and foam
rolling, dancing to and fro as they
race to the finish line at their home.
Cascading over barriers
peeling flesh to the absolute core
Wild, pure white horses sprinkle their faith
as they graze on their prize at the shore.

We worry over money, we worry about the weather
While some poor folk have none of the above together.
They have nothing but the clouds over their heads
Nothing, no roof, no water or make do sheds.
They have plenty to fear, worry and dread
Searching for food or indeed for a clean bed.
If we gave something, to those that are without
It would ease their pain, ease their doubt
So for those with nothing, please give them something
Because our worries are nothing, but to them its everything.

Happy - I know that I will be
Disappointed - of course I am
When I get my wings I'll be free
to get me out of any pickle or jam.
Surprised - you can bet I was
Shocked - I know what I'm like
I can't just hop on a bus
or peddle like mad on a bike.
Content - I was at ease
Pleased - when an angel came
The joy brought me to my knees
Without my wings wouldn't be the same

It is forecast winds cold and blistery
and the leaves have started to blacken
I have to be careful where I trudge
stepping over crisp, dry bracken.

The twigs cling onto their rosy berries
as the wind rushes past uncaring
the scarecrow's face tells it all
the evidence is what he is wearing.

The clouds part giving way to a sky that's purple
dappled here and there with a bit of blue
It rains on scarecrows more often than not
and the buzzard has a bird's eye view.

A cottage portrays windows hot with orange
a roaring fire with apple logs is aglow
Outside the weather is turning one degree under
and the sky has filled with fluffy snow.

The scarecrow winces and shuts his eyes
ready for the blast from the icy white
But the buzzard comforts him in his own way
and reassures him that it will be just one night.

And it is with a heavy laden heart
They laid me beneath the Oak.
Acorns rain down on my soul
After the rain's given them a soak.
Otherwise they'd be like bullets
shot out from the slimline gun
Like me, slimline, rather skinny
just me, bones all that will be done.
My thoughts, taken away for another day
taken far into the promise land
when no man, nothing can touch me
yet hold my damp, bony hand.
Gone are the wishes, what were they?
Dreams secretly held within me for all time.
But now those wishes are trapped in the dust
of my mind but sadly they are all mine.

Would you?

Walt Disney once said
“If you can dream it, you can do it”

In your wildest dreams  then
Would you reach for the sky?
Grab a handful of cloud
To top your cherry pie.

Go sailing with the dolphins
Scooping treasure in your hands
Begging your pardon to the mermaid
And hope that she understands.

Would you give all you had?
To some poor desperate man
Filling his world with surprises
To be your number one fan.

Would you jump from an aeroplane?
To raise money for those in need
For those who have nothing in life
No will, nothing to succeed.

Would you give hope to someone?
To someone who struggles every day
To provide a safer and brighter future
To take their worries away.

Would you?

I haven't seen clover draped on those hills
for such a long time.
September, a romantic, beautiful month.
Pink hills, rosy faces, a picture of Heaven,
Petals scattered in a perfect line.
Those hills to climb, young love to seek.
In the blink of an eye, marching to the top
Never stop searching never drop
until you can relax in your clover
when the climb is over.
Take in the perfume
there is always room
among the pink and lime green
To be spotlessly clean,
Your young face, your green eyes retrace
familiar steps among the purple heather
wondering whether you are closer
The feeling is with you for a very long time.
The decent after the climb takes your breath away
and replaces with the love of your life holding buttercups
you haven't seen beauty like this for a very long time.
The flowing gold in her hair makes you stare
Radiating with love and romance, you walk with the petals
down your golden aisle, and have love for a very long time.

Years ago when I was small
Still small now – that’ nothing new
The river would be my port of call
Where I would admire the view
I had everything under control
And had devised a cunning plan.
Out came my bamboo pole
And my tiny baked bean can.

You see I always had a wish
As I sat there with a flask of tea
That  I could catch some fish
From a boat on the sea.

But as I sit by the  brook
My skin shivers and I sqiirm
As I attach to a battered hook to
Half of a chopped up worm.

Looking, deep in thought
Just looking, nothing more.
Transfixed with the view
I heard a sound at my door.

I stirred to answer the call
Eyes adjusting to the light.
But it was nothing, nothing at all
It was the middle of the night.

Were those visions dreams?
Were they all inside my head?
But I saw something, I knew it
Was I dreaming in my bed?

It was like yesterday on the horizon
Haunting me, messing with my mind
I looked for evidence of the dream
But there was nothing for me to find.

Memories playing tricks, real tricks
Myself, actually teasing myself.
How dare my sub-conscious annoy me
putting my sanity on the shelf.

I will question my thoughts for days to come
Sounds like my mind is having fun.
At my expense? I don't think so, oh no.
But it was like yesterday on the horizon.

A penny for me and a penny for you
Dont look at me with those eyes of blue
You are draining me dry and that is true
Living it up, with those eyes of blue.

There is good in each
And everyone of us.
A beauty that runs deep.
You are the harvest
That you reap.
The seeds that you sow
Will one day surely
Take root and grow.
Look into your soul
There is a beautiful person
And that is you.

There is good in each
And everyone of us.
A beauty that runs deep.
You are the harvest
That you reap.
The seeds that you sow
Will one day surely
Take root and grow.
Look into your soul
There is a beautiful person
And that is you.

You are the love of my life, my everything
This is how I feel deep inside.
Without you my life would be incomplete
My whole being is so full of pride.

I have joy rushing around my soul
Laughter lives in my blood stream
There is a sense of hope deep within me
You are my strawberries and cream.

You are the perfect cup of tea
The perfect topping on my cupcake
You open floodgates letting love rush in
Without you, well my heart would ache.

I love you more than thee are grains of sand
stars in our sky. impossible to measure.
You are my cherry on top of the icing
You are the perfect golden treasure.

Each time you go I worry begging you back
Each time you leave me  my eyes weep tears
I catch each salty reminder that you've gone
They are tiny, damp but they are souvenirs.

I have inside of me love which will not die
a pump that will refuse to lose its tick - my heart
This heart could not possibly hold more love
It is jam packed, it is a complex body part.

For all of these reasons, you are my everything
Without you my body would crumble with pains
My skin would wither, my blood dry in its tracks
Without you I woud have empty veins.

If you close your eyes
Inside your mind
You capture your prize
No telling what you’ll find.
There is a magical land
Just waiting to be explored
Available on demand
A guarantee you wont be bored.
Maybe inside your dreams
There are castles and moats
Strawberries and creams
Yachts and sailing boats.
Caves with orchestras to observe
Listen and relax and drift away.
Maybe a beautiful nature reserve
To watch lion cubs at play.
Maybe there are chocolate waterfalls
And the rocks are made of fudge
A tree where a kingfisher calls
Or where nobody can criticise or judge.
In your mind are flowers made of silk
And last forever and ever
The cows produce flavoured milk
Cold with ice for whoever and whenever.
You can visit these things any time
Just close your eyes and you are there
No rivers to cross, no hills to climb
No parking ticket required , no taxi fare.
It is a free service, provided just for you
Just close your eyes, enjoy what you see
See your fields of green, your skies of blue
Your rivers of chocolate and a butterfly tree.

Such is the way of the world
When one has to dodge a white light
It is not his only excuse for being nervous
But Zippy the Zebra has stage fright.

Yes, Zippy’s knees knock together
Playing a rather strange beat
Or is it his heart thumping
When the audience and himself meet.

He goes red in his worried little face
And his hooves are a little damp.
It wasn’t like that at his audition or
When he played along at boot camp.

But through thick and thin he showed up
Sitting cross legged in the line up.
The only thing that rattled then was
The spoon left in his tea cup.

But Zippy’s nerves were in tatters
He was an absolute wreck.
He could not be bothered anymore
And walked off set what the heck!