Once I floated high, free
Full of self
Drifting contently
Carefree life
Inflated, never dated
Not deflated
A joy
To girls and a boy
Bringing smiles to faces
As I drift to many places
Earlier today at a wedding
A couple, pledging
A tiny hand released us
Not with a fuss
But with wonder, a little sigh
As we headed high
Into a deep blue sky
Floating forever onward
Over trees, a songbird
Brought up, to a sharp halt
A single branch ensnares
End of journey?
End of life?
No more smiles!
But no!
To a leafless tree, tied
To adorn,
And bring a rye smile
From a soulless entity
To photograph,
To share with others
Hoping to elicit
A final smile.
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My dear railway station, my treasure
Of meetings and partings, my friend
In times of hard trials and pleasure,
Your favours have been without end.
Boris Pasternak
Extract from ‘ The Skeleton In Amour ‘
” Three weeks we westward bore,
And when the storm was o’er,
Cloud-like we saw the shore
Stretching to leeward;
There for my lady’s bower
Built I the lofty tower,
Which, to this very hour,
Stands looking seaward. ”
” There lived we many years;
Time dried the maiden’s tears;
She had forgot her fears,
She was a Mother;
Death closed her mild blue eyes,
Under that tower she lies;
Ne’er shall the sun arise
On such another!”
” Still grew my bosom then,
Still as a stagnant fen!
Hateful to me were men,
The sunlight hateful!
In the vast forest here,
Clad in my warlike gear,
Fell I upon my spear,
Oh, death was grateful!”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tick, tock, tick tock
Listen to life’s clock
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Life is to rock.
Insect Clock, Edinburgh
Tick, tock, tick tock
Listen to life’s clock
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Life is to rock.
Hear its beat
The rhythm, it’s heat
Get up off your seat,
Let’s move our feet.
Hum the tune
As you sway and swoon
In the arms of your lover
No strife or suffer.
“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap
but by the seeds that you plant”
Robert Louis Stevenson
Race to the shore line
Trousers turned up
Sun and heat, it’s fine
Cold water over toes, lapping.
Up top, into the fair
His eyes wide at the magic
Seeing the rides, wondering if he dares
Colours bright, he trips the light. Fantastic.
Mini roller coaster he rides,
Fast, up and down
He cannot hide his smiles
Ride stops, not a frown.
