Polar

Polar May 2016

Lost you then

Never will again

You were the comfort

When I was upset

As you lay next to me

When I was in bed

When you weren't there

Are the moments I lack

This was a while ago

When you had your final moments

I didn't know

When I looked at you

It made me smile

Even though you had

A lazy lifestyle

I loved you then

Still do now

If I could forget about you

I wouldn't know how

Danni aged 11

This is about the loss of her beloved cat

Polar May 2016

The Garden of Eden

Sometimes we try to recreate heaven on earth

Making gardens

Inventing shortcuts

Discovering secrets in and out

Looking through our numerous paths

Trying desperately to find

The perfect one

But this isn't the way to do things

Follow a straight line

If it is struggling

Find footsteps to forever follow

For eternity will you have guidance

Across the path

Unfortunately what goes up

Must come down

If you hurry

Then you are likely to trip over

Your own feet

Just remember

That shortcuts may be harmful

Never forget these words

Move slowly

And good will follow

Playing it safe will be your motto.

By Matt aged 11

Polar May 2016

Memento Mori

We are all but transient passengers

within this life.

Like butterfly tourists

we flit through existence...

when my journey here is complete

my soul and spirit will be replete.

You'll find me within fields of wheat

That's how they keep the pastures sweet,

Growing in fields of corn and loam

Amidst the place where I call home.

between the barley, wheat and rye

love and friendship never die.

If you ever wish to contact me

Forever in perpetuity

Speak, whisper, quietly to the bees

you'll hear my answer in the breeze.

Polar May 2016

Just Breathe

The darkest days of the soul

Release most light

As beauty finds its way home.

Polar May 2016

whistle to the wind

The silence roars...

No one can reach me.

My soul calls out to an empty void.

Do you hear my cries?

I am like the lone wolf

Howling into the night

Going out of my mind

For the company of my kind.

Like a ***** in search of a friend,

I'll just keep whistling to the end.

Ins

Polar May 2016

The Drum

I hate that drum's discordant sound,
Parading round, and round, and round:
To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields,
And lures from cities and from fields,
To sell their liberty for charms
Of ****** lace and glitt'ring arms;
And when Ambition's voice commands,
To fight and fall in foreign lands.

I hate that drum's discordant sound,
Parading round, and round, and round:
To me it talks of ravaged plains,
And burning towns and ruin'd swains,
And mangled limbs, and dying groans,
And widow's tears, and orphans moans,
And all that Misery's hand bestows,
To fill a catalogue of woes.

John Scott (1730-1783)