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 gray 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 night
No words of mine can best describe natures perfect charm
This is peace, a perfect peace, tranquility and calm

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 things though I grow grey 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, tranquillity and calm

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 setting sun
In hues of red and gold
I'll never tire of such sights
As I grow grey an old
The first glow 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
Tranquillity and calm

When you stumble on the cliffs of life, cruel seas rage below
Just reach out and take my hand, I wont let you fall

When you lose the path, danger on every side
Just reach out and take my hand, I will be your guide

When your lost and alone in the darkness,  can see no end in sight
Just reach out and take my hand, I'll be your guiding light

Not sure where this came from or who wrote it.
Not even sure if its correct but I think it's suitable in the troubled times

**I said to the man who should at the dawn of the year
"Be not afraid but take my hand and step forth into the darkness
And thy path shall be safer than a known way"

From Americas rocky mountain tops to the Himalayan snow capped peaks
These are things of nature that all of us should
Keep

Australia's barren outback, England's green and pleasant
hills
Nature free for all mankind who seek her gentle
thrills

From the Amazon's tropic forest to the Arctic's icy
plains
All are things of natural beauty if you travel at natures
pace

The azure blue seas of the Pacific isles, cruel dark seas of the southern cape
All placed there by natures hand, to be respected without
hate

Drab brown plumage of the desert vulture, bright birds of
paradise
Birds of every color, birds of every
Size

Scorpions of the desert sand and the Grey Atlantic
Seals
All put there for a reason that only nature can
reveal

Think about the lion, Africa's 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 a part of nature that should not be
abused

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

We can't alter history or repair the damage that we've
caused
But we can try to stop the destruction of the world that's mine and
yours

A shooting star
Flashing across the earth
But shooting stars burn out
As do our wildest dreams

I'm no Knight nor Lord nor Peer
I have no fancy name
I am just me
Untitled
I have no stately homes
No manicured acres do I own
But I'm happy
You see
I have my crystal streams
I have my southern hills
My rugged cliff top paths
The white capped foaming seas
I have the howling winds
The gentle breeze of spring
The sweet perfume of wild flowers in the air
And natures orchestral sounds
A tent to call my home
So many paths to roam
I'm glad that I'm
UNTITLED

She is a thirteen month old red Labrador *****
He is a little black Tom cat with no *****
But they are unusual lovers
Honestly they are like a couple of teenagers who can't leave
Each other alone
Amber is my daughters dog who I baby sit
As soon as she gets in my door in the mornings it starts
Running up to each other sniffing noses and bums
Have you ever seen an adult cat picked up by a dog and carried round the garden?
Well I've had cats and dogs all my life and I've never seen it until now
Sleeping time and Merlin is curled up between Amber's feet

It's a crazy world

No permanent home, no mobile phone
He doesn't need any of that.
All that he wants, all that he needs
Carried in a bag on his back

No hot morning shower to brighten his day
Just a dip in an icy cold stream
He wanders the byways and small country roads
Seeking to fulfill all his dreams

He needs no soft bed under a roof
Just a grassy bed under the moon
Far does he travel the small country lanes
He needs no bus tram or train

He's quite content with the life that he chose
The life of a wandering man
No beers or fine wines will he ever drink
For him cool clear water is fine

For his dinner the food that nature provides
So no worries about earning a wage
His life is just an unfinished book
Each new day the start of an unwritten page

He's quite content living this way
Living under the moon and the stars
But he knows it will end as for all men it must
When he finally writes his last page.

Went walking in the high woods this morning
A light dusting of overnight snow glinting in the sunlight
Like a million perfect diamonds
Over to my right dense forest with barely a track seen
I will save that place for later in the year when
For a few days and nights it will become my refuge
I love such places, clean fresh air and a cold breeze blowing
Very few other people here , to early for them
Such a perfect setting to start the day

I wander the hills and valleys
In the wet and in the fine
Searching for answers to unasked questions
Answers I know I'll never find

I wander in the mists of time
'Mid the spectral ghosts of poets now long gone
Shakespeare, Tennyson, Keats
But now Ernesto walks among them
Bones, now turned to dust
Skeletal remains so few
But written words survive
Bodies crumble, wither, and soon so little remains
But the written word is never lost
And so the memories remain

FACT, we are to clean
Yes it's true
We shower twice a day
And wash away our immunity to bacteria
Our water is full of chlorine
And other crap
And we wonder why people are dying
The human body has (had a natural immunity)
But we in our wisdom are destroying it
I've drunk out of rivers, streams and yes, even toilet bowls
And never got ill
Why?
Because the natural balance of nature
And the natural antibodies in my not so clean body
Allowed me to compensate
Think about your ancestors
If they were very lucky
One bath a week
Water probably shared by three others
They rarely got ill
So who was right

Well
The mornings are getting lighter
Although winter hasn't yet
Reared her ugly head
But
The anticipation is there
The anticipation of warmer air
Yes birds do still sing
But with a winter sadness in their song
They know what is yet to come
Before winters bite is done
But eventually nature will play the card
Warmth once more will fight
Winter so hard
Bird song from sadness to love will sound
Fresh new shoots will spring
Forth from the land
From winters bitter death new life begins
Open wide your arms
And welcome spring

You made your choice and walked away from what I offered you
A cabin on the mountain side with sea and forest views

I offered you your freedom from a life of toil and misery
But someone some where out there decided it wasn't meant to be

The first time that I met you you were high and dressed in rags
You were hanging around with the wrong crowd and most of them were bad

Where are you now I wonder, with me you would have been treated like a queen
Are you laying in some filthy gutter having alcohol fueld dreams?

Why did you let it happen, what turned you onto crack?
Oh somebody said try it, it won't hurt you. Well this is the end result

Your life gets a little shorter every time you take a puff
You're poisoning every body cell when you use that filthy stuff

Where do you get your money to get your ***** smoke?
Perhaps you sell your body to every other passing bloke

When I first met you you were beautiful,  just like a pageant queen
But now your face is *****, ***** grey and worn

It's to late now to show remorse for the things that you have done
The man in black is waiting and your life will soon be gone

Is it the billions in gold reserves?
NO
Is it the multi millionaires who run vast corporations?
NO
Perhaps its the scientist who waste billions researching
theories that will never work
NO
The wealth of a nation is you
The woman who cleans the public toilets
And earns barely enough to survive
The farmer working in all weather conditions
So you have food on your table
Fishermen who daily risk their lives on your behalf
The young kids in college
These then are the wealth of a nation

YOU ARE THE NATIONS WEALTH