I am the pen
My ink flows in confusion across the page
Random scribble
Question marks and doubt
Mindless words
Senseless thoughts
But then the words flow
And then the poem grows

From Americas rocky mountain tops
To the Himalayan snow capped peaks
These are the things of nature
That all of us should keep

Australias barren outback
Englands green and pleasant hills
Nature free for all mankind
Who seek her gentle thrills

From the Amazon tropic forests
To the arctics icy wastes
Things of natural beauty
When traveled at natures pace

The azure blue seas of the Pacific isles
Cruel dark seas of the southern cape
Placed there by natures hand
To be respected without hate

Drab plumage of the desert vulture
Bright birds of Paradise
Birds of every colour
Birds of every size

Scorpions of the desert sands
And the grey atlantic seals
Both there for a reason
As only nature can reveal

Think about the lion
The African king of beasts
The soft eyed Chinese panda
That our children find so cute

Mountain tops and hidden valleys
Vast lakes and rolling seas
All put there by natures hand
But not to be abused

Animals, reptiles, birds
Put there for me and you
They should be studied in the wild
Not trapped inside a zoo

We cannot alter history
Or repair the damage we have caused
But we can stop the mass destruction
Of the world that's mine and yours...


*Also around the world in fourty lines

When I wrote Tranquility and listened to the breaking waves
I never stopped to think of those who hear the breaking waves
In the search of freedom from tyranny
I wrote Normandy D Day 6th of June
But never once while walking the beaches
Did I think of the hell those young men faced
Creativity was penned in twenty minutes
And written on my mobile phone
While sitting in my tent during a thunderstorm
But you are all equally creative
I was sat gazing at the rising moon
Thinking of a special person so many miles away
And imagination just took over
And then I took a long hard look at the world as we now know it
HOPE
Yes hope was the result

Before she left to work
He promised her that she'd come home to a
Meal to remember
She got home after a long hard day
Excitement running through her veins
And he placed a plate of beans on toast in front of her
Meal to remember she said with raised eyebrows
Honey, I spent 15 minutes trying to light the gas oven
There must be something wrong with it
Babe she said, I'm not surprised
It's an electric cooker

I've pretended for far to long now
But when my grey white hair falls like snow upon my shoulders
And even in summer I feel the ache in my joints
I have to finally accept that I'm old

Yes, I've seen the bad sad times
And lived the good
In equal measure
Lived the high life with money to spend
Experienced visiting food banks
To keep my family fed

But now in the twilight of my years
I'm neither rich nor poor in monetary wealth
Just about comfortable

But in my words and yours
I have far more than financial worth
I have friends in words
Burned forever into ether of space
Words of love, sometimes words of scorn
But still words
And in my scrambled mind words are beautiful

Continue to write dear friends