We are heading for the Cotswolds
Just two hour drive from home
We have hired a little cottage
Built from Cotswold stone.

We'll be staying in a village
With a shop a church and a pub
A beautiful little getaway
Where no ones in a rush.

If you've never been to the cotswalds
And seen its surrounding towns
With all its lovely walkways
It is a joy to look around.

There's lots of lovely villages
And so many country lanes
We never have to travel far
No need for busses and trains.

We are going to take it easy
We are here for just one week
Then it's back to the hustle and bustle
With the city and busy streets

We need to build a bridge
Across this great divide
It's time now to forgive
And forget this foolish pride.

A simple word of anger
Can be like a sinking ship
Let's bail out that anchor
We need to get a grip.

Now it's time to do our best
And try and make amends
Forget about those past regrets
Families should all be friends.

Just one thing we failed to see
We had those happy days
And happiness it still would be
If rage didn't step in the way.

So that is all that can be said
Let's make the matter shine
Beneath the bridge is ruby red
And the water is our bloodline.

Sitting in my favourite chair
One early September morn
A little Robin came along
And he settled on my lawn.
He stayed a while and made me smile
He then flew on my wall.
This little Robin that I saw
Had a message to tell us all.
Then suddenly he spread his wings
And then he took to flight
Flying off into the air
Disappearing out of sight.

Then suddenly again it happened
It was such a lovely sight
This time a bright coloured Butterfly
To my eyes brought such delight.
He stayed a while and made me smile
He then flew on my wall
This lovely Butterfly that I saw
Had a message to tell us all.
Suddenly he spread his wings
And then he took to flight
Flying off into the trees
Disappearing out of sight.

I have found my little word land
My friends are poetic words
And they treat me very kindly
When my  writing is Obserd .
There are no laws on paper
To say what's right or wrong
I just hope that sometime later
My words will all move on
Now my poet friends are skillfull
They never lay down any rules
I put my thoughts in writing
My pen is my only tool.
Who knows what will come later
Feel free to criticise
I'm  happy in my  word land
It's there were I reside.