Come, let's take a journey from the mountain to the sea
And study natures wonders put there for you and me
We won't go by car or take a railway train
We will travel at natures pace, travel by natures ways

Together we will wander the pleasant green country paths
There's no reason for us to hurry, let's make this journey last
We'll stroll beside the chrystal streams 'neath skies of azure blue
Study wild flowers of every shade and hue

Come the evening shadows we will stop and take our rest
Find a soft and sheltered place where we can rest our heads
No candles or electric light will we ever need
Just a canopy of twinkling stars to cover us as we sleep

We will wake up with the dawn to a chorus of singing birds
Wake up to the greatest music that man has ever heard
Quench our thirst from the crystal stream then we'll set out again
We finally leave the mountain slopes and meet the grassy plains

No sign of habitation, no human voices heard
Just the sights and sounds of nature, of deer and soaring birds
Bees and butterflies sip nectar from the flowers
As we wander slowly on and do not count the hours

We journey ever westward, following the sun
Occasionally a dark gray cloud and cool refreshing rain
For us time has no meaning on this journey to the sea
To be at peace with nature is the only thing we need

Suddenly in the distance a glimpse of shining blue
Our journey is nearly over as the sea comes into view
I will look back in wonderment at the things that we have seen
Nature in her full glory, mountain, plain and stream
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I listen to the sound of the breaking waves
Smell the salt tang in the air
I watch the graceful seagulls
Ride the thermals way up there
No sound of human voice
No strident car alarms
I sit in natures solitude
Enraptured by her charms
The sea reflects the sinking sun
In hues of red and gold
I'll never tire of such sights
Though I grow very and old
The first gleam of the evening star appears
In the ever growing dark
And the golden crescent of the moon
Begins her journey through the night
No words of mine can best describe natures perfect charm
This is peace, a perfect peace
Tranquility and calm

No
No more the world we once knew
Democracy now won at the point of the gun
Security and freedom now have gone
Our children no longer safe
To walk down the street
Schools also the targets
Of the terrorist elete
The AK and bomb are the new democracy
The body bag now the accessory to have
Bloodied remains lie on holiday sands
Democracy lies in the guns in their hands

This then is democracy in these modern times

I walk away from the ***** grey quay, step onto an equally ***** old boat
Only god and a sailors good luck will keep this poor thing afloat

I'm  saying goodbye to the life that I knew, a life of hunger and toil
I sail in search of the promised land, of sunshine and rich fertile soil

Will I look back at the land that I've  left as I sail out over the sea
No I dare not for it might drag me back to the place where I don't  want to be

Like the brave men of old I have to be bold in my search of my true destiny
I leave behind a life of slavery for a new life where I can be free

No magical skills do I bring with me just a love of the land and the soil
In my new promised land I will be free, for only myself will I toil

In my bag a handfull of seed, a knife and small axe that I own
But its with these crude tools in my promised land that I'll  carve out a place to call home

The ship sails on and old Ireland has gone tis now just a faint memory
Soon I'll  be there breathing freedoms air fresh in
my new land, the land of the free

Now gather round me children
Listen to stories I have for you
Of dragons in the mountains
Of mermaids on the shore
I saw a dragon once and entered his dark lair
His eyes were like fiery brimstone
And his foul breath polluted the air
And yes a mermaid I did also see
As she lay upon the shore
Instead of legs a fishes tail
Scales of of ever color and hue
Unicorns!! Oh yes
Gleaming white and regal with a single horn
Upon his head
And I was the first man to tame him
The first to ride that wild beast
You might think my words are just tales
The words of a fanciful fool
But the words that I tell you
Every word I tell you is true
My body bears scars from the dragons hot breath
Aye and bruises
Left from when from the unicorns back I did fall
In my pouch a scale from the mermaids tail
A scale from the dragon there to
Round my neck a cord that I braided
Braided from unicorn hair.

I WARNED you
YES I warned you of the horror that was to come
But you didn't listen and the invasion has begun
From cracks and crevices in the ground
From dark caverns in the hills
ESIOTROT emerged to devour and to ****

Granny woke this morning
Cried out in great despair
Her carefully tended rose beds
GONE
No longer there

They ate the leaves
The bushes and trees
And even devoured a hive of bees
Nothing could survive

They swallowed frogs
Then the cats and dogs
Took piglets from the stye
Gathered by the bakery
Devoured all the apple pies

Why did you not listen, take no note
When I warned of things to come
You said you knew best
I was being a pest
When I said ESIOTROT would come

I looked outside, to my surprise
The tyres from my car had gone
For nothing is safe
No hiding place
When the invaders come

Now if you don't believe in ESIOTROT
Then take a mirror in your hand
ESIOTROT will be revealed
When you turn the word around

Yep it's going to come in this over populated world
And it won't matter if you're an old boy or girl
Robotic police will grab you quick then
Cast your body in the pit
Oh dear, oh dear but I still have got so much to give
Surely I should be allowed to live
Sorry Sir but it now to late
Cos you just reached Your Sell By Date

As this old years starts to draw to a close
And a new years about to begin
What then does the future hold?
More death destruction and sin?

Can we improve this sad mad world?
Where the bomb and bullet are God.
This place where mans inhumanity reigns
And we bow low to political hold

What does it matter the death of a child?
The grief of parents and friends
Well it matters not the death of that child
When it can be used for political gain

Mans intent to destroy this beautiful world
The pollution of water and land
Where will it end, what can we do
To halt the rot that descends?

We just sit back, "It won't happen to me"
Well sorry but that's not the case
Tomorrow it could be you, could be me
Who wakes up to face that last day

The white gold of drugs being sold to our kids
These days they're starting so young
Lining the pockets of evil
WHAT WILL THE NEW YEAR BRING???

For many long years I have wandered
For many long years I have roamed
But a voice in my head is now calling
Calling me back to my south country home

I have walked in your tropical forests
Experienced the hot desert sun
Climbed the high mountains snow capped peaks
In your lakes and blue seas I have swum

But now a voice is calling me back
Back to where I was born
Once more to walk in the pinewoods
Under blue skies and a warm summer sun

Many years ago I did leave her
As a youth so fearless and bold
Now I hear my south country calling me back
To the place where I can grow gracefully old

I will never forget all the friends that I made
As I wandered your far distant shores
And if ever you visit my south country
You will find a welcome sign over my door

I once wrote about a chrystal stream
Where poets once wrote
And young lovers dreamed
Of the beautiful years to come

But the chrystal stream became a fetid place
Of sewage and industrial waste
And so the poets no longer write
And young lovers no longer dream
Of the beautiful years to come

But now I sit beside a chrystal bay
The sun forming diamonds on rippling waves
Bird song sounding in my ears
Peace washing away years of stress and fear
This now the place where poets write
Now the place where young lovers dream
Of the beautiful years to come

Tranquil here in the early dawn
With the rising sun reborn
This now the place to sit and think
Take up the pen and make bold the ink
But I'll never forget the chrystal stream
Where poets once wrote and young loves once dreamed
Of the beautiful years to come

I sat by the dying embers of my campfire
as night descended
And became as one with the darkness
Here I can find peace
surrounded by the sounds of the night
The hoots and whistles of hunting owls, scratching and
scrabbling of animals unknown
and the plaintiff cry of the distant fox.
This is the time to sit and think of the future,
and to see distant memories written in the canopy of stars.
Here in this place I can reflect on things I have done
Consider the paths I want to follow
The darkness is my place, my sanctuary
A place to be free

60+ We are the poets of late Autumn and early winter and soon our
time will be done

40-60 Ah such rich mature blossoms, vibrant and vigorous under the warm summer sun

15-40 Fresh green leaves,the beautiful pastel shades of fresh spring flowers nurtured by gentle rains. Ready to reach full maturity and become even more beautiful...

I have walked the paths of The Great Western Canal
In the beautiful English county of Devon
At once in tune with nature and all she had to offer
Cold wet and windy as it was on that day
It did not deter me, from my course did not sway
It was not silent, the songs of the birds
Every step onwards their sweet songs were heard
The slow turbid movement of water so green
The ducks and the swans oft were they seen
There's something sureal about waters gentle flow
It pulls you, it draws you to follow where it goes
By mans design the canal was built and was formed
Now taken over by nature, and given new form
Once a byeway for industrial use
Now a rare place of nature saved from abuse
Onwards I walk, the sound of wind in the leaves
How can I stop, how can I leave?
The peace that I feel when walking these paths
Is a memory savoured,  one that will last
For all of my friends who suffer from stress
Take a walk by the water, and you'll suffer less
I promise you this from the depths of my heart
A walk by the water will give a new start
I cant think of a place I'd much rather be
Than walking the paths of tranquility

Letters are the building blocks of words
Words are the building blocks of poetry
Punctuation is the mortar that holds it all together
But you poets are the architects who design the poems

what a strange title*

If you want your words to last
Write them in concrete and set them fast
To often our words are written in sand
Washed away by the rising tide
Some poems get added to a group
Saved there for eternity
But most get tangled in the grains
Of rolling shifting moving sands

Take me away from the city stench
Away from the plastic wrapped food
Let me build my house on a high place
With sea and mountain views
My music the sound of bird song
My food what nature provides
A place where I can sit in contentment
With my trusty old dog at my side
My clock the rising and setting sun
In this my tranquil place
Where there is no hurry or turmoil
And I can live life at natures pace
Here where I can till the soil the old way
With simple *** and *****
And grow my food the right way
All done at natures pace
Take the odd rabbit or deer from the high woods
Live life gentle live it slow
I don't want to die in some high rise block
With the city stink in my nose
My last sight should be the moonlight
Fresh air perfumed by a rose

Just been going through my poetry
As I'm sure many of you do
And noticed something different
Now so many empty spaces
Where I once saw prophile faces
WHY?
Where have they gone,
why did they leave?
The ones we called our friends
Those who once might have wielded swords
But chose to wield the pen
Now so many empty spaces
Where once were prophile faces

and those brave boys and girls who still serve*

It was for you that we gave so much
We who by the terror of war were touched
To the ones who made the final sacrifice
The ones left shattered in body and mind
For us the pain is less with passing years
But the memories remain
Not all did feel the bullets bite
Nor smell the acrid cordite smoke
But all who served are heros still
For they to were there when the country called
Your right to stand free and have your say
Was the reason they served , for your today
Many now lie in unmarked graves
Because the bomb and mortar leave few remains
Now we who are left must lead the way
In ensuring those gone are not forgot
For those we'll raise the standards high
As we remember them
Under freedoms sky

I walk away from this ***** grey quay, step onto an equally ***** old boat
Only God and a sailors skill will keep this old thing afloat

I'm saying goodbye to the place that I know, a place of hunger and toil
I sail in search of the promised land, of sunshine and rich fertile soil

Will I look back to the place that I've left as I sail off over the sea?
No, for it might drag me back to a place where I don't want to be

Like the brave men of old I have to be bold in the search for my new destiny
I leave behind a life of servitude for a new life where I can be free

No magical skills do I bring with me, just a love of the land and the soil
But in my new promised land I will be free and for only myself will I toil

In my bag a handful of seed, a small Axe and a knife that I own
But its with these crude tools in my promised land I'll carve out a place to call home

The ship sails on and old Ireland is gone 'tis now just a faint memory
Soon I'll be there breathing freedoms fresh air in my new land the land of the free

The howling wind tore in from the sou' west
Ripping, tearing, destroying
Horizontal rain striking with the force of darts and arrows
Shredding and mangling fresh green leaves
Mangled bruised and battered flowers
Yesterday so fresh and vibrant
But now the shattered remnants of natures
Phsycodelic show
Small birds huddling in water logged nests
Mice and small creatures now drowned remains
Fledgling chicks now damp reminders
That nature always has her way
But nature always has a way
To repair the damage she has caused
With the warmth of a new sun
Fresh leaves appear
And on rent flowers fresh new buds
With the warmth new life begins
Thus is natures way
Eventually the storm will pass
To herald a brand new day