From: K8P (Brian tallowin)
Subject: poems
Clouds of Rain
Clouds,creatures of the sky,
Dark steathly growing giant
Anvils of thunder,
Hopefully only Rain,
Sunlight shines through chinks
in prevading cloak,
Gossomer streaks of silk against
evening sky,
V formation of seagulls heading
seawards,
Heralding fine weather tomorrow.
Subject: poem
Ripples in a pool
Ripples of kindness
In a changing pool
Radiating outwards
Touching,changing life
Merging,seeding ripples
In distant pools.
Subject: poem
Tides
Where ever we start from,
trawling the sea,
Their will be stormy passages,
Calm moments of throughtfulness,
Grateful for the Ebb and Flow,
We keep baleing,thankful for the
landfall,
Everbody will have to be concerned,
If the Sun rises in the West*
Subject: poem
Maze of Life
Early on we have entered the Maze,
Intrigued by the pathways of
diverse oppunities and temptations,
Possible delightiful branches, with
sometimes pathways merging;
But realising we can only go forward
Through experiences and friendly
guides,
We gather glimpses of the whole,
Passing on our gathered glimpses to
our children;
As they grow, so does the Maze;
Taking comfort that for over 250years,
We have been generating Mazes:
Subject: poem
Secrect Garden
We tend secrect garden of ideas,
Ripples of throughts germinate
ideas,
Nutured with caring interest,
Shadows of Nanny state hinder
their growth,
Uniting ideas form seed,
Capsules of essence passed
on,
Remaining dormant for favourable
spring,
Germinating by kindly elements
of spring;
So the cycle spins eriching the
Earth*
Subject: poem
Dance of Ages
As young children ,we go to
birthday parties,
As teens dancing and music,
Realising emerging maturity,
Twenties relationships in
sports and clubs,
New family life hopfully leading
to christening;
Later anniversaries and grandchildren
hopefully realised,
Finally depature of friends,
May the Dance of Ages be fulilled*
Subject: poem
Circle of Light
When creating the circles,
We guide the journey of our children,
Not knowing the moments of life ahead
Providing support to maintain
the circle;
Hoping as the path of the circle
grows,
That they will link with other circle,
So creating circles linked by
generations,
Linked circles are far stronger to
life's moments than squares.
Subject: poem
Tides of Time
Where ever we start from,
Sailing the changing seas,
Crashing waves of foaming sea,
With quite moments of reflection,
Seaching for sheltered habour,
Offering peaceful mooring,
Grateful for the Landfall.
Subject: poem
Rainbow
Freindship can transverse time
and space,
Moving through the ages of growth,
Like a Oak tree growing in the
forest,
Always there,growing maturity,
Offering inspiration of a beautiful
world,
Or shelter from Life's showers,
Being able to offer more as the
friendship matures,
Hue of Rainbow coluors,the strands
of friendship.
Subject: poem
Flight
When the Kestrel effortlessy rides
the wind,
Harries the field and hegderow,
Viewed from the cars hurrying to
work,
Freedom of the sky ,you think he has;
But a price he pays,his existence
depends on survival skills,
Like you ,he has family to feed,
Knowing where the vole or mouse
may feed,
Struck by feathered lightening bolt;
Harvest mouse was gathering grasses
for his nest,
Kestrel's family will feed today.
Subject: poem
Oak tree
Standing in a wood or hedgerow
senitenel,
You are one of Nature's protectors,
Nuturing diverse life,
Wether offering shelter,or food
for your young,
Centuries have passed beneath you,
Drawing nourishment from Earth & Sun,
Offering umbrella of support to their
countless lifestyles.
Subject: poem
Seasonal Thoughts
Winter's shorter days give time
to think,
Spring hearlds the bursting of
new growth,
Gaining strength from longer
sunlite days,
Hopefully prospering through the
Summer,
Autumn's raking of fallen leaves
like shedded thoughts.
Subject: poem
Holme Beach
On annaul pilgrimge to Holme,
Where the Sea goes out forever,
Exposing acres of myriad shell
strewn sand,
We encamp like Bedouin for the day,
Children explore the shoreline,
Where lies the rainbow beauty of
Nature,
Oysters,mussels,clams show the
growth of time,
Ultimatley turning to sea washed sand,
As evening approaches,the Sea
extinguishes the Sun until the
morning,
Happy children weaving across the
shells, with laiden buckets of
treasures,
Travelling homeward with memories of
Summer day: