Buttercups and bluebells
Lilac and cherry blossom
Violets peeping
Leaves unfurling
Blackbird calling
Lambkins bleating
Raindrops falling
Hail
Merry month of May

The skin on your shin can be thin
It's a curse when the nurse makes it worse.

A late February evening
A tree lined silhouette
On the far horizon
Against a sunset
Of burnished gold .

Wet and windy
Winter whiteout
Weather Warning.

I have made for you a song
    And it may be right or wrong,
But only you can tell me if it’s true.
    I have tried for to explain
    Both your pleasure and your pain,
And, Thomas, here’s my best respects to you!

    O there’ll surely come a day
    When they’ll give you all your pay,
And treat you as a Christian ought to do;
    So, until that day comes round,
    Heaven keep you safe and sound,
And, Thomas, here’s my best respects to you!