Strong like houses, tightly wrapped around mine
A silhouette of mountains, perfectly curved lines.
Muscular and toned from all the miles they tread
Just so fantastic I can’t get them out of my head.
End of poem
Call it a stream of consciousness, call it free writing, call it an open journal. Call them My Songs.
Strong like houses, tightly wrapped around mine
A silhouette of mountains, perfectly curved lines.
Muscular and toned from all the miles they tread
Just so fantastic I can’t get them out of my head.
End of poem
A seed of a dream
My dream, it started very small
A seed inside of me.
I thought about it every day,
And wondered what would be.
My dream, it seemed so far away
But still that seedling grew.
I thought about it every day,
And hoped it could come true.
My dream, it is in front of me
It’s a journey I must start.
I’ll work towards it every day,
To achieve what’s in my heart.
For Lita and Mumu, and all the young people I've met and taught in China.
I hope your dreams come true.
I’d like to introduce you to someone you never knew,
Someone we’ll miss, someone we miss,
The girl who became you.
As old as the Queen but with more than twice her class.
The queen of her own household
With us, for us, our last.
Sister to two, mother of three
Grandmother of five and greater two more.
Perfect? Like no-one, but good like no-one else,
She did her very best, and in her presence we found awe.
She endured more than she should
A fairytale wasn’t hers to tell;
But with strength she moved as life evolved
And she never ever fell.
With fingers green as grass, oh how her garden grew,
And to her flocked exotic crops, birds that saw her paradise.
A place for luncheon without the boating party
Recharging her anew.
Retired in comfort, a good life not denied.
A brandy in her left, something missing from her right.
Piano concertos and flute sonatas -
Wilbur Smith and Grisham piled at her side.
She sat with heartbreak beyond recognition
And led by example her head tilted high.
In time this Lady moved on as she could,
Took us all away as a loving mater would.
A tree of solid roots with branches reaching far
Her influence, her legacy, her stock continues to rise
Enquire over here, and an Oxford engineer
From the very start of Meantime, to far and foreign skies.
Miss Cooper I’d like to introduce you
To someone you never knew
Someone quite spectacular
The person into whom you grew.