In my head your so lyrical, funny and wise

On paper, your beauty, brings tears to my eyes

Yet, I persist in your story, and how it should be told

I'll open my heart, let my feelings unfold

I met you on that summers day, saw the wind in your hair
I loved you at first sight, put my heart in your care
We rode through the forests, fields, and mountains up high
The views of the valleys made me wish we could fly
Do you ponder, of who I write of, I'll tell you, of course
His name is Sunset, he's an Arabian horse

The cold wind wrapped around the red nose
of the old man.
As he travelled, just a short distance
ladened with presents.
A family Christmas reunion.

Not far from their home, he paused for breath.
A thought of his lost love, saddened him,
as a snowflake brushed his cheek,
and more dusted his head.
"I love you too," he said, with a smile.

In the distance, he heard the sound of Carol Singers.
Thoughts of Christmas, warmed his soul,
and those happy little face, waiting.
Moments later, he tapped on their door,
to the tune of Deck The Halls, Christmas Carol.

Then, he heard the exited children, calling his name,
the door opened, and the smell and love of Christmas
caressed him.
A tear welled, and nearly escaped, as he welcomed everyone
with. "Merry Christmas."

Passing the presents to his son, and daughter,
in a welcome exchange, for a hot toddy.
The presents were safely stacked, under the
brightly lighted, Christmas tree.

He sat and smiled, cheeks, now as red as his nose,
Grandpa, called out the names of his exited little family.
The well broke, all down his cheek, it was
the happies time of his life, Christmas with his family.

The stories they told on that
wine fuelled night
brought laughter brought joy
of the reddened faces
of the stories told

Next day the quiet lambs
gathered for coffee
lots of coffee and hope
that the wine had done its job
to the temporal lobe

But there is always one
who keeps a diary
updated before sleep
a reminder of the truth
bursting from their freed consciousness

But the rules of the tour
are simple
what goes on tour
stays on tour
Really????? Yep!

A knock on the door
a smile on his face
I'm here to help you
in your safe place
I paused and though
is he for real
the smile on his face
looked the real deal
I welcomed him in
I knew it was wrong
can I go to the bathroom
I just went along
He rushed for the exit
and slammed the door
my bedroom was in turmoil
scattered all over the floor
my jewellery was missing
handed down from my Mum
my heart was broken
all my senses were numb
Now I'm left with no safe place
so please hear what I say
if someone comes knocking
just send them away

The sun shone over the sandy shore
lapped by the waves that travelled from far out to sea
peace was all around
and sleep was but a breath away
as the sun caressed his tired body  

The seagulls cry pierced the air
then the cry of a child brought adults to heal
the carnage on the Prominade
was not for the faint hearted
chips and sausages were being fought over
by pecking birds
the children stood
as the parents swung their feet  
as the last chip flew over head
the sausages were well gone
late commers swooped down to survey the scene
paper blew in the wind
followed by an empty carton of chips
a loan dog walker collected the debris to the nearest bin
the children still sobbing
walked back to the chip shop
and sat out of view with their new dinner
The chippy smiled as he opened the till
and cursed the gulls with a grin

The sunbather listened
as the peace gathered and breathed gently
as he drifted to a snooze
a Splat
awoke him
he became a victim of the digested stolen chips
apart from the cursing of the sunbather
and the tutting of his neighbours
all you could hear
was the lapping of the waves

While sat by a stream reading a fairy tale book
the words steamed my brain and I began to cook
I imagined a castle sat on a great rock
music was playing I danced in a silk frock
Then I heard his voice with an accent so sweet
I turned to find flowers covering my feet
I kneeled down to pick them then I looked into his eyes
he said take a seat to my shock and surprise
I looked to where he pointed at an old worn out log
and this is where I kissed him that green slimy frog
So the moral of this story is when you read a fairy tale book
don't believe all that is written or your brain will start to cook

The snowdrop tested the winter air
To be met by the ***** with an hypnotic stare
As the robin picked for its daily treat
The snow fell steadily around its feet

An owl sat on an oak branch just half asleep
Watching a sheepdog circle the last rouge sheep
And in the distance a great mountain hare
Now attracting the vixens hypnotic stare

But daylight quickly turned to night
The midwinter moon shone its haunting light
The small rodents in panic ran out of sight
As the owl circled in silent flight