Like snowdrops they droop their heads,
contemplating brighter days
away from the glare of the acronites'
yellowing purge by the graves around St Margarets.

The faces at the table change
it’s the flow and ebb of time
we struggle to remember them
and the days of Auld Lang Syne .

The former faces shared our names
We are their blood and line
We gather now in different lands
in a very different time.

Grandfather James, renowned for brains,
played music and sang songs
Great Grandson James, the chemist,
researches to right Cancer’s wrongs.

There were Margarets and Catherines
in that different age and time
I struggle to remember them
different people, different times

Our Ed is a music teacher
who can read and write a score
Their Eddie died a pilot
in that war to end all wars.

My age lacks a Sophia
and I count it quite a loss.
She was a faithful bride of Christ
and wore a simple cross.

There was a Susan and an Agnes
back in the former age
Agnes nursed in wartime London
as above the air war raged.

The faces at the table change
the ranks are thinned with time
We struggle to remember them
and the days of Auld Lang Syne

The town is a sleeping jungle,in disguise.
Arizona Aspens ,I clarify.
The Bytar path is a highway road .
And the Lamp in the sky is like the sun.

Cars swoosh by me like silent dragon flies
Many dragon flies jammed in on the highway.
And many sky scapers,far from highway.
The town is a sleeping jungle,in disguise.

And St Margarets southern side Dragons lie.
The leaves green is the armor -cleans the air ..
And those look out a lovely scene,so fair.
Arizona Aspens ,I clarify..

And The Lamp in the sky is for everyone
There were clouds ,ball of fire in sky too.
Fix your mind on ball of fire,can you?
And the Lamp in the sky is like the sun .

Cars  slow down due to  traffic  overload
And the Bytar highway cuts east to west.
When I look at it it can make you depressed
The Bytar path is a highway road .