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  Jun 2019 Jackie Mead
Eryri
'Soak in a Vinegar solution'
He told me.
'Leave for 30 minutes and dry in the sun'
He added sagely.

****** idiot.
Jackie Mead Jun 2019
Daisies a flash of white in a field of green
One of the most beautiful sights you ever will see
The daisy spreads itself far and wide
Fastly covering the countryside
Butterflies and Bees hover by
You even attract the common fly
Strength in numbers, you grow and give;
Your nectar for other insects to live
The Daisies wanting nothing in return
They just ask you show some discern
As your child runs through the fields; making daisy chains
Ensure when they leave, some daisies remain
Had a little walk with my grandson Roman today and the park was full of daisies, buttercups and the canal had really small brightly coloured fish and dragonflies, which were bright blue. It was really energising to see, I wish I could post a picture for you.
When the sun scorched the sand,
I went to Henry’s Island.
The winter came and left the shore
Spring was for a while and then no more
The rains beat the shingled beach
The soothing autumn was within reach.
Yet I spurned these tempting seasons
Couldn’t persuade myself with good reasons
To visit the island in fairer weather
And landed on it in the harshest summer!
The sands bit my feet like burning coal
The beach seemed alone without a soul
To the distant horizon my eyes could gaze
A fishermen’s boat hung in the haze.
The red ***** though found it a fun
To come out of hole to bathe in the sun
When I was close they were quickly gone
The beach was alive and I wasn’t alone.
The seagulls skimmed the waves for fish
The sea was all mine like in the dreamiest wish
Placing all her beauties at only my command
Gifting me a glorious summer at Henry’s Island.
  Jun 2019 Jackie Mead
Traveler
Please come back
My longing heart calls
Such kindness you've shown
You've softened my falls...
Come back my muses
My loving friends
Leave me not
Here alone
  Unable to mend....
Please come back if you can
My dearest HP friends
.........................................
Traveler Tim
Jackie Mead Jun 2019
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 couple 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, generally being very 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 saxophone.
Perhaps a cymbal or two, maybe a harmonica strapped around his neck and a few bells attached to his shoe.

There was no end to Marks talent, his fame grew far and wide
Mark remained down to earth, not full of pride
Mark earned a small fortune, enough to buy somewhere with his own front door
Mark didn’t think he could ask for more.

Mark longed for someone to share it all with, by his side
When one day, out of the blue,
Mark was feeling lonely again, but now he had nothing to do
A young girl happened to knock on his door
She was carrying some samples of a carpet floor

Mark invited the young girl in
Bought all of her samples, which put the girl in a spin
Mark invited the girl to stay for a while
While he explored his purchase of carpet tile

They talked and they laughed until it was very late
Then Mark cooked them a meal, served on a plate

They devoured the meal swiftly and then had some fun
With the meringue, cream and floured bun

Now Mark has a young Wife and several small children by his side
Young Mark is grateful for his lot
And often puts on free gigs, for the homeless, in the Supermarket parking lot.
Just a bit of sunday fun
Jackie Mead Jun 2019
75 years have now passed
The Veterans getting the recognition they deserve, at last.


All now in their ninth decade
Deserving of the honours bestowed and of the parades
Showing us still how very brave they were
Falling from a plane, flying through the air
“We are not heroes”! they all declare
The heroes are the ones that remained,
They gave their lives for your welfare
Those heroes gave their lives so we could see another sunrise


As we watch festivities unfold on T.V.
We are reminded what a Hero can be
Heroes can be of all nations
Heroes can be of all sexes
Heroes can be of all ages
Heroes can be animals


However, watching the Veterans of D-Day
Those Heroes set the bar high
It seems to me all heroes give their lives, by sea, land,
and sky
Blood was drawn and lives lost
At what price? At what cost?


Achieving Freedom and Liberty
For all mankind including you and Me
Doesn’t come on the cheap
Bodies lay piled in a big heap
Victims of gunshots or bombshell
Laying dead or dying where they fell
Survivors forever recalling memories
Lost in their own reverie
Badges pinned proudly to their chest
Urging us to remember, lest we forget


These scenes are unimaginable to someone like me
We were the ones that gained, the ones the Veterans set free
Now in Normandy Cemeteries stand awash, white crosses marking the spot
Where fallen angels lie, some known and the crosses bear their name, whilst some lie in an unnamed plot
In this special year, let us give thanks to all Veterans lost and living
And hope they feel, it was a price well paid, a price worth giving


Their gift, the freedom of humanity, the liberty of mankind


Thank you to all Veterans of WW1, WW2 and other wars that have been fought since.
Here is my tribute to the Veterans of D-Day. To be honest, I believe the Veterans say it best of all and watching them this week has been absolutely wonderful. Still showing us their bravery at 95, I hope I am that active and strong if I am lucky enough to reach their age.
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