Who’s the cool guy in there?
There he is.
There is the cool guy.
“Hello, cool guy.
What are you doing?
Have your wits about you.”
“Oo. I’ve forgotten how to speak.
OO. ARE. TAM.
I’ve got the fleas!
Ouch. Get off me!
I have nits.
Ouch get your wits back!”
The picnic wasn’t such fun.
There was supposed to be sun.
Mum forgot the toffee, and
Dad forgot the coffee.
Cousin Laura forgot the apples,
Cousin Lawrence forgot the papples.
The weather was dreary.
It made me feel weary.
Baby Grace lost her dummy
so instead she bit her Mummy.
My little brother ran around
and then he fell straight to the ground.
He tugged the picnic blanket over,
which made me feel super sober.
Then the sky began to darken.
Then my mood began to lighten.
We packed up the picnic and rushed straight home,
scarcely greeting our garden gnome.
We went up to our rooms and beds,
then blocked sad thoughts out of our heads.
But I thought: “This will be the last
time we forget to check the weather forecast”!
I heard a noise one day
In a most parculiar way
It squarked like a bird
It tooted like a train
I heard a noise one day
It was like a song
sung by a swan
I heard a noise one day
In a most parculiar way
Emerald green trees
all thick with
promises
tower up like
monuments,
as the golden sand
ripples with
pride,
showing its willingness
to receive
a sprinkling of
life-gifting
seeds
The soft crooning of
the pearlescent
waves
beckons you
tenderly
to this majestic
land,
that is
filled to
the brim with
ingenuity
The serenity of
these kingly
waters,
knitted
mindfully with
turquoise aquamarine,
has tranquility
holding out its
hand like
a bold
companion
A tropical
wonderworld
where dolphins
dance and whales
wander, sea turtles
shift, and stingrays
surround
a breathtaking
bounty
of cradling
coral
Hearts sown
harmoniously with
threads of glorification –
flora, fauna, and
human alike,
living to the
rhythm
of the
Almighty’s
awe-inspiring
artistry
Within the Realm
of Infinite Possibility
there lies a paintbrush
magnificent in its ability
A paintbrush of illustriousness
A paintbrush of delight
A paintbrush of fulfilment
of majesty
of might
With the sweep of a swirl,
the conjuring of a twirl,
an endless blue shall unfurl
Oceans and seas of cool cobalt
swiftly sliding, cresting, gliding
The sky – a mirror of turquoise tranquility
The rain – an elixir of abundant fertility
A flourishing, a nourishing, of lush, leafy line
The towering, and flowering,
of a verdant forest of pine
The purest blush of a rose
as it blooms upon a vine,
its inviting scent – an aromatic offering
of praise to the Divine
A graceful swoop, a lissome loop,
a fluidly sweeping arc
With an attitude of beatitude,
the paintbrush makes its mark
From the Hand of the One
emerges sea upon sea
of blessing and wonder:
His Word, to each, is, ‘Be!’
the bees buzz
the trees sway
the wind buzzes
the grass waves
the mud runs smoothly
the water flows
the sun shines
the trampoline goes
BOING
and I fly up into the sky
I saw a bird swoop over my head
I saw a bird and off he fled
I saw a bird colours blue and green
I saw a bird he can just be seen
I saw a bird and it saw me
I saw a bird it had a pointy beak
I saw a bird in the morning light
It sung a song and it sounded like…
‘I am the bird of wonder, I am the bird of light,
I only appear in the morning time,
I will grant you three wishes,
I will grant them one day,
If you can keep this secret that you saw me today… ‘