Is it true to say that before I loved you, I lived another day?

I am not so sure, when I saw you standing on the shore, time stood still.

The first time I saw you, you wore no shoes on your feet, paddling in the water just a few inches deep.
I was swept away by your ordinariness and could not wait to meet.

You see, they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I beheld you and could think of no other.

You had long dark hair that hung to your shoulders.
When you turned towards me, I met your eyes blue, with a look of smoulder.

You had a tiny waist, curvy hips, and long legs.
I was powerless to ignore you and got down on one knee to beg.

I begged your company, a walk along the shoreline.
During the short walk I determined to make you mine.

We spent a week in each others company.
Night and day proving our love in every way.

We made a promise not to lose touch.
We craved each others closeness and tender touch.

Our last night together I knew what to do.
I got down on one knee to offer my shoe.

My shoe a symbol of the first day we met.
It was a gamble and I hoped I would not lose the bet.

The last forty years have gone by in a flash.
But my beautiful wife awaits and now I must dash.

You see I declare;

Love does indeed come from nothing, first there was nothing, then there was my lovely wife.
No other person has ever had such an impact on my life.
That fateful day, my heart was stolen.
My life fulfilled and blessed with many children

The Dog they say is Man’s Best Friend
Loyal and faithful, he will follow his Master until the Worlds End.
He runs, he lays, he sits on command.
If his  Master requests he will lay his paw in his hand

Man’s Best Friend comes in all shapes and sizes
Some are bouncy, fun and full of surprises
Some are as fast as a streak of lightening
Some are quite big and to small children quite frightening
Some will gladly retrieve the ball, place it at your feet
Some will only obey your command, for a small treat

Man’s Best Friend, many types abound
Some have short bodies, with bellies that touch the ground
Some are so hairy you can’t see their eyes
Some are so small they look undersize
Some are large and quite clumsy
Some are yappy and some are grumpy

Man’s Best Friend work hard for their Masters
They carry out tasks that really matter
They listen for when the doorbell rings
Bark when the boiling kettle sings
They guide their Master when out for a walk
Sit obediently at your feet when you stop to talk


Man’s Best Friend is a beloved member of the family
Makes himself at home, takes the best seat in the house, happily
The family wouldn’t have it any other way
One things for sure, Man’s Best Friend is here to stay

How do you spend Rainy Days?
Does your mind fall into a foggy haze?
Do you go back to bed, snuggle under the duvet?
Does your partner make it a sweet duet?

Do you indulge yourself with a Hot chocolate, pile it high with marshmallows?
Sip it slowly, allow yourself to melt, mellow.

Do you settle down in front of the T. V.?
Watching reruns, making a little time for me?

OR

Do you embrace the rain on your face?
Put on your wellies, splash in puddles?
Not caring if your clothes get in a muddle.
Rejuvenating yourself with laughter?
Chasing rainbows and your happy ever after.

Make Rainy Days lots of fun.
Sunny Days follow and by their nature bring the Sun.

A Lion called Leo, that’s his name.
Golden Fleece body and a head framed with a golden mane.
Leo is King of all he surveys.
As he stretches his body and basks in the rays, of the midday sun of the Savannah Plains.

Leo is the head of the pride.
The Alpha Male to the Lioness bride.
Father to seven newly born cubs.
He sits alone, camouflaged amongst the scrub.

Leo senses danger ahead.
He ****** up his ears and lifts his head.
Sensing trouble ahead, he sets loose a loud roar.
Scarring the Vultures, who overhead soar.

The Lioness hears the warning sound.
Gathers her cubs and ushers them to the ground.
Lion and Lioness, now working as a Team.
Lion and Lioness, one skilled fighting machine.

The Lion starts prowling, picking up pace.
Keeping himself hidden behind rushes, not leaving a trace.
The Lioness stands proud and alert.
Eager that no cub should get hurt.

The Lion continues hunting its prey.
Stealthily circling and closing in upon his catch.
The preyed will not see another day.
Leo uses his large claws to trap, ****** and dispatch.

Lion and Lioness, a winning team.
Nature’s, skilled fighting machine.
Not hunting for a thrill.
This is hunting for survival, **** or be killed.

The Lion returns to his place under the sun.
Once again basking in the rays.
His Lioness and cubs safe for another day.

He runs, he jumps
He splishes and he splashes
He falls, he looks up
He smiles and he rolls
He is Granny's brave little soul
He gets to his feet
He rinses and repeats
He runs, he jumps
He splishes and he splashes