Here in Windermere
we are missing
her beguiling smile
Our Birthwaite Bard
has been missing for a while
Her Liverpool humour
and her laughing eyes
Her social life
so full of surprise
With her mobile phone
she is never alone
In the end she is always
surrounded by friends

A seven-hour stretch
across three hundred miles
of motorway
I had a very hard time
trusting a coach driver

The temperature dropped
below seven degrees
as the bright blue sky
changed to a gorgeous cascade
of pink

We do not normally experience
these scenes
in our everyday life
They are for the traveller's eyes

It's a lovely day
today
The sun is shining
brightly
and somehow
the rain
seems far away
Rain rain
come again
please don't
stay away
another day

Sixty bottles of water came
and landed at my door
A very kind gift
and someone's bringing more

Not a drop of rain for weeks
The land is getting dry
People whinging everywhere
wondering why oh why

Michael then dropped by
talking about hands
how much they don't know
He said "Their heads are in the sand"

And Maggie gave a print
Of some flowers that she painted
Wildflowers multicoloured
placed into a frame

Had some visitors last night
a friend and her son
bringing another bunch of flowers
now five with the other ones

Keith went to The Old England
a lovely auld-worldy place
and he hid under the table
just in case

They told me I've got to make a speech
Thank you all for coming

I am sitting outside in the sun

In my garden enjoying the warm breeze.

Only last week I was stuck in the freeze

After a heavy shower of hail

I was sat cold wet and pale


Now the sun is cracking the flags

I am ducking and diving for a shade

Air con is on and the car is nice and cool

By this sudden change in weather I am prepared for anything

But if it is nice i will be sat by the pool

Easter is on its way
time to play

Little ones are off school
Sunday is a treat day

We will be out 'making hay'
while the sky is bright

Spring brings along lighter nights
and the days are longer.