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David Berwick Mar 2020
Breakfast news at seven.
Sun's out it's heaven.
Good morning Britain at eight.
It was drizzling alright.
Rip off Britain  at nine.
Heavy rain is on time.
Homes under the hammer at ten .
It's starting to blow again.
Call out the sheriffs at eleven.
Starting to snow,that's a given
Bargain hunt at midday
Thankfully the sun is on it's way.
Can't wait for the news.
Wonder what weather is for this afternoon.
Just nonsense but sometimes that's ok.
David Berwick Mar 2020
I had a wonderful time in school.
Lots of friends.
Lots of laughs.
Lots of looking.
Lots of listening.
Lots of playing.
Lots of growing
You didn't have a wonderful time in school.
Friends who hit you.
Laughing at your pain.
Listening to your cries.
Looking the other way.
It's only playing.
I did not know I hadn't grown
I had a good life when I left school.
Got a good job
Made good money
Bought a car
Went on holidays.
Meet a lovely girl
Got on with my life.
You didn't have a good life when you left school.
You couldn't hold down a job.
You never made much money.
You walked everywhere you went.
You stayed in all the time.
You couldn't  meet others.
You couldn't get on with life.
David Berwick Mar 2020
One day when I was out for a walk
I came across a frog and he could talk
Good morning the frog spoke to me
I was so shocked I hid up a tree
Sorry said the frog I didn't mean to make you jump
As I fell from the tree with a bump

Well what is it I can do for you mr frog
Please can you help me get out of this bog
But why dont you just take a hop
And out of the bog you will pop
No I cannot hop my legs are stuck
So I am unable to escape this muck

Will you promise me just one thing
If I free you please will you sing
Of course I will he replied
As I bent down by his side
So gently I lifted him with my hand
What a lovely frog he looked so grand

There,you are now free to hop and jump
But he was slippery and fell to the ground with a bump
Sorry,sorry you poor  little frog
As he laid spread eagle in the bog
But the frog he just laughed and giggled
As laid on his back he did wiggle

So this time with both hands tight
I lifted him with all my might
With a slop and a pop he came free
And kept his promise and sang for me
His little voice was so sweet and sublime
I was so happy although I was covered in slime
I know this is a bit of light poetry but I try to write two or three a week for my grand daughters and they write poetry to me which I think is a good thing.
David Berwick Mar 2020
Mum
I've seen darkness.
It didn't scare me.
I've seen light
It didn't dazzle me.
I've touched despair.
It didn't make me shudder.
I've touched hope.
It didn't lift me.
I've reached out.
It didn't come to me.
I've stretched my mind.
It didn't fulfill me.
My mother held me in her arms.
It filled every void in my life
There are times when you just want your mum.

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