I walked along the mountain stream
Where dancing sunbeams shone and gleamed

It was such a peaceful place
The gentle breeze carressed my face

I came across a country stile
Where I could sit and think awhile

Far  away  from  this  dangerous  world
The  natural  beauty  just  unfurled.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.

When winds at night on windows roar
wax runs out dies candle's flame
you would hear a knock upon door
a familiar voice calling your name.

Don't respond nor open the eyes
the voice is keen over winds' howl
grows it louder its pitches rise
scaring even the brave barn owl.

Pull the blanket up your head
you are safe so long you hide
lie dead quiet not move on bed
with mom asleep by your side.

Between the pause your fears mount
if is a chance to be found out
one two three the calls you count
but count it right leave no doubt.

Three times the voice would call your name
for it has no power to do any more
but move onto where dies a candle's flame
and a child is awake behind closed door.

Talk of the future
Your words maintain us
Growimg old and grey
On the veranda together its what you say
To enjoy our lives celebrations
Through our entire duration
What does talk mean?
When words are clearly seen
Through writing from your heart
It only makes me feel apart
Mesages sent have been determined
Your decision to end it alone
This does not indicate you want me true
It only show that you will be you

When you look in the mirror
Do you like what you see?
When you look in the mirror
Are you where you want to be?
When you look in the mirror
Can you say "I love you"?
When you look in the mirror
Do you know that you are true?

The only constant you will ever see
The face in the mirror is who it will be
Every day is not a given
Enjoy the life in which we live in
If this life is not where you should be
Then promise yourself you will find the right key

The walls around me tightening with every breath.
The only way to survive is being tough and fearless.
Knowledge while I am in there may be what keeps me alive.
How did this happen?
Why must it be?
The officers that control us have families too.
Why dont they feel the fear that lies deep?
Smells are quite rancid as air is stagnant.
Many within live with regret.
Not all of us wanted this.
Please let me out of here, I need to catch my breath.
Where is my blanket and pillow for my head?
Desire for freedom and safety is true.
Please God help me, I'm not sure what to do.
Thinking inside here is not always healthy.
Dark ideas find their way in to our heads.
Is this the right way to teach us to change?
Please can you help us find our way from this range?