While i was out walking the other day, heading South.
I met a man with a peculiarly large mouth.
It started at the bottom of his chin and went up to his eyes.
It gave him a look of permanent surprise.
I stayed a while, he was a friendly chap.
We walked and talked, had a lovely chat.
I bade him farewell and went on my way.
Whilst thinking to myself,tomorrow is another day.

While I was walking the very next day, heading West.
I met a lady dressed to impress.
Dressed in a Hat, skirt and jacket with a crispwhite shirt.
I decided to try my chat up skills and flirt.
"How do you do?" I said very politely.
She pursed her lips together very tightly.
Then she smiled and said "very well, thank you, have a nice day".
I thought to myself, tomorrow is another day, i raised my hat and went on my way.

While I was walking again one day, heading East.
I came across a Cat the size of a Beast.
The Cat was black and had big paws.
It was the largest Cat you ever saw.
He had ten whiskers at the side of his nose.
And was 6ft tall when he stood on his tip toes.
I thought he looked frightened, a little scared.
I asked him outright "dear fellow, what has you looking so ensnared?"
The Cat smiled a big grin like the one that got the cream.
Stood full height, claws extended and let rip a loud scream.
I didn't stay around to hear his reply.
I was frightened he would scratch out my eye.
I reminded myself, all is not lost tomorrow is another day.

While I was out walking the other day, heading North.
Giving thanks for living on this wondrous Earth.
I met a child skimming stones across the river.
I thought of my childhood and began to quiver.
I asked the child if i could have a go.
He gave me a stone and i gave it a throw.
It skimmed just once and then it flopped.
The boy and I laughed and laughed until we could not stop.
The boy taught me his art of skimming.
Until the boy declared his Mother was expecting his homecoming.
I thanked him for his time and went on my way.
Grateful that tomorrow would bring another day.

The Life of a Bee
Busy, busy
Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing
Workerbee, Queenbee, Bumblebees, Honeybees
Harvesting, pollinating, nesting
Honey, wax
The productive Life of a Bee

I AM A THING OF BEAUTY, A SIGHT TO BEHOLD.
I EXTEND MY WINGS TO FLY AND HOVER WHEN I GROW TIRED, THEY
FOLD.
I AM THE RED ADMIRAL VARIETY.
ON TOP MY COLOURS ARE BLACK WINGS, ORANGE
BANDS AND SPOTS OF WHITE.
UNDERNEATH MY COLOURS ARE OF A DIFFERENT SIGHT.
FROM EARLY SPRING TO WINTER I CAN BE FOUND IN
WOODLANDS OF THE SOUTH.
LAYING MY LAVAE ON NETTLES, DRINKING FROM FLOWERS BEAUTIFUL MOUTHS.
I START MY LIFE AS LARVAE, TRANSFORM INTO A CHRYSALIS FROM WHICH MY ADULT BODY GROWS.
FATHERLESS AND MOTHERLESS I MAKE MY OWN WAY IN THIS WORLD.
ONCE METAMORPHOSIS IS COMPLETE, MY WINGS I UNFURL.
I FLAP MY WINGS AND FLY
FROM FLOWER TO FLOWER POLLINATING, AS I GO.
ONE OF NATURE’S OWN MIRACLES.

There lived a young lad called Mark.
Who lived by himself, under a bridge in the Park.

By day he would wander around, alone.
He was lost and lonely with no place to call his own.

Mark, though, had a magic trick.
He could play a good tune with a couples of old cans and a pair of drumsticks.

By day Mark would set up his show.
Tin cans, his drumsticks, a few lights to create atmosphere, give a bright glow.

As the day turned to night and the sky began to turn red
Just as young children were going to bed.
Mark would play his tunes on his cans.
It had the sound of a large marching band.

People would gather around in large crowds.
They would gather in all weather, sun, rain, grey clouds.
People would listen, clap, sing a long, being loud.

People started to leave money in a hat on the floor.
Mark was hoping one day to have enough to rent a place with his own front door.

For now though Mark was happy as he was, by day he was still alone.  
This gave him time to think, maybe he would add a saxaphone.