You've only got one mother
faithful kind and true
Cherish her with all your heart
your guiding light
right from the start
She's there for you in good or bad
she picks you up when you are sad
she gives you lots of loving care
to help you as you grow
A loving word a tender smile
making everything worthwhile

Headlines in the news today
"Vicar robbed while away at prayer"
His wife had gone to visit their neices
while the burglars nicked their bits and pieces

As he preached peace and understanding
his house was stripped up to the landing
He was said to be sad and disappointed
his service on Christianity disjointed

The masked thugs are now long gone
as police have words with everyone
It really is a sign of the times
they get away with all these crimes

Satellites fly high  in the sky
and so do we

I've been to doctors, opticians
pharmacy and hospital
All in one week
Hoping next week will be quieter

Dinners doctors
Bingo
Hospitals
and the
Social whirl
No time
for rhyme

Live in the moment meditations
Lose yourself in decorative doodling

From now to the end of November
a list as long as your arm
of hospitals and doctors
and now I must keep calm

It's a dull dark dank
November morning
Flowers dying back
It looks like the onset of winter

Remembering the fallen
from France to the middle East
Red poppies and crosses
are all that we see

In sixty six months
I'll be ninety
and in a hundred and eighty six months
I'll be one hundred
"Not long is it?"

Keith Wilson, November 2nd 2018, Windermere

It's wonderful outside
It's wonderful inside
The trees are changing colour
and it's warm where where I abide

If everything is going well
then something must be wrong

Anxiety knocks you for six
can't function when it strikes
I'm looking for a fix
for another fight

He has no hair
upon his head
but down the sides
it seems to spread
Hair care seems important
to some
We feel much better
When it's done
A penny a hair
is what it cost
but a little trim
is all he got

We have all written
a poem
on stones
sprinkled
in the garden
The ink is unaffected
by the weather
however
Nobody seems to care
Perhaps
we should put them
on show
somewhere

The first day
of autumn
a cold dark
dank morn

Summer's
a distant memory
and winter's
becoming born

People keep telling me
to get a stick
I don't want one stick
or two sticks
I'd rather fall over
and start again

Touch of ground frost this morning
First of the season

But I can sit and dream a while
about her and her perfect smile
Yes I can be in my dreams
and watch her dance
between moonbeams
Her golden silken hair all free
as she comes
and walks by me
I see her smile
and laugh along
and listen as she
sings her song
No one can
compete for her
forever there
A part of me until I die
seen by my third eye

There's a large Canadian
Redwood tree
near our garden
The foliage down one side
has turned brown
They say it was caused
by 'The Beast from the East'
a storm we had
earlier in the year
Maybe it will pick up
in the winter

Autumn is just around the corner
quite a lot of rain
Some flowers starting to die back
Birds seem quieter now
The breeding season is over

Blueberries on the table stand
waiting for some hungry hands
One by one they disappear
There must be more than this here

Maggie's handing them around
They disappear without a sound
Some eat them one at a time
Others three or four or nine

The plastic bottom is starting to show
as Maggie takes another row
They didn't last all that long
and we'll be sorry when they're gone

It's ok to grow a beard
these days
It's all the fashion
I remember a chap in the army
put on a charge
for missing one whisker
while shaving
My how things have changed

Keith has done his rain dance
No more fun in the sun
Too much time in Egypt
until the war was done

Rain rain rain aplenty
all the drains are running empty
Like Santa's Rudolph always prancing
I will keep on rain dancing

It has now turned into
a normal English summer
after the scorching
temperatures of late
Much more bearable!

It's a close muggy morning
with a little rain about

I can't be bothered
with life
It's age
Isn't it?

Or could it be the weather?

I was walking leisurely
one fine day
I found a shortcut
on the way
but it wasn't to be
I landed up under a tree
grazed my arm
and my knee
The root of the tree
I didn't see

A young lass lifted me
up from the grass
She was half my age
so I didn't mind
the fall
Shaking, she took me
home for tea
All because of the root
that I couldn't see

Another hot day
becoming brutal
Everyone is
praying
for rain

The  weather  very  hot.
Like  standing  over  a  melting  ***.

The  gardens  oh  so  dry
suffering  under  a  cloudless  sky.

The  English  Lakes.
Warmest  place  in  Britain.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2018.

It's a lovely morning
This changeable weather
may settle this afternoon
The grass has died
and the ground
is dry as dust
They'll be banning hosepipes soon

I met a man yesterday
He was a large man
with the sort of outdoor face
you might find
on a mountain
He asked about a destination
I believe I sent him the wrong way
I'm so sorry

The sun has gone now
Perhaps the weather
is going to change

Some new bushes have been planted
in the garden
Very beautiful!
The grass has been cut
The weather set fair
It all looks very nice

Door opened
"Beg pardon"
said the lady
looking quite embarrassed
as she quietly
closed the door

I met a man
with a bike
but he seemed to want
to hike
The road too dangerous to ride
the bike stayed by his side
The very sociable man
couldn't carry on with his plan

The Azalias
have been wonderful
this year
They don't like it too hot

BT telephoned
six times at home
to sell me
a mobile phone

They wore me down
and then they charged
fourteen pounds
forevermore

Now I've put it
back in the box
I'll send it as a gift
Pre postage paid
and even weighed
BT will pay for it

It's a dull dark morning
not a bit like May

A massive large hare
came into the garden
this morning

I saw
the other side
of nature
yesterday
A sparrow hawk
swooped down
and
took out
a pigeon
ate it all up
There were feathers
everywhere
That was the cruel side
of nature

Early morning
Sitting on the bench

A blackbird came along
Stuffed his beak with straw

Then flew away
Building a nest I suspect

Keith Wilson

Its a spring-like
March morning
Spring is on its way

It's a dull cold March morning
No sign of spring

Keswick to Kendal by bus
Boarded at Keswick
few people aboard
lovely and peaceful
just watching
as the amazing scenery goes by
At Ambleside things change dramatically
an army of unruly schoolchildren
arrive onboard
The whole journey turns into a nightmare
I was glad when we reached sunny Kendal

Crowds gather in the waiting train
Kids fidgeting
Mothers panicking
Man with eyes of steel
glares at me from the opposite seat
Suddenly the train lurches forward
quickly gathering speed
All the tension seems to lift
Kids settle down
Mothers look out of the window
Man opposite puts his head back
and closes his eyes
Yes, the journey has now begun

One thing about snow
Everyone's garden looks
clean and tidy

The Birthwaite Ghost is on the prowl
See her glide hear her howl

Laboured footsteps can be heard
plodding on without a word

Drifting on just like a dream
bringing fear to the independent living team

Perhaps a resident from the past
coming home to roost at last

The Old Oak stands
in isolated splendour
In the far corner
of the garden

Skeletal in winter
beautiful in summer
must be at least
one hundred and fifty years old

Welcome to Tara and Bernie
my pair of German Shepherd puppies

They are brother and sister
which is quite nice

They are rather large puppies
for eighteen months old

Bernie is 'laid-back', nothing bothers him
He has paws like a tiger

Tara is always in trouble, into everything
She chewed Bernie's bed, poor lad had nowhere to sleep

Sometimes they are a couple of witches
but I wouldn't be without them

I love them to bits

Dark  dank  and  wet.
Not  much  daylight
at  all  today

10  wor­ds.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere. UK  2018.