The sun rose as the poppies grew, the day the guns fell silent
The last shot fired, the day the guns fell silent
All the tears and sorrow ended, the day the guns fell silent
The 2nd of September 1945; Winston Churchill’s finest hour
They served their country well until the day the guns fell silent
I stare into a lake
Blue and crystal clear
It shines like a diamond
As I lean down further
My reflection grows larger
And I gently touch the lake
And a new image takes place
Ruining the perfection
Of the perfect reflection
It rests on the surface
Gradually expanding
Fading away
As it disappears
It reminds me
Of a life
We start off small
Growing big
Until we fade away
From history
But choose to make a difference
If the difference enhances the image
The tiniest ripple will not waste away
For each represents a stage
In life
It will live on forever
In history
But choose to ruin the reflection
Either be forgotten
Or cease to exist
You are the concealed
hand
that helps us cross
the broken bridge;
You are the concealed chalk
that fills our black lives
full of white.
Your warm, cozy arms –
the palliative spot for a
wounded soul.
You are the sunlight blending
through the curtains
lighting up our lives.
You are the fresh lotus that
fills our flavourless lives
with essence.
To decipher you,
is problematic;
how does your instinct
decipher us?
You are a blessing,
only a few are blessed with.
You are the life that leads me
through the dark tunnel
of life.
You are a lady: like no other.
You are my everything.
You are MOM!
Never gonna give you up…
It snowed last night,
And school was cancelled to our delight.
We jumped out of bed in the morning light,
Put on our things and went out for a
SNOWBALL FIGHT!
Every kid on our street came,
Except Henry which was a shame.
Because without him it was not the same,
He made it fun with his cricketer aim.
Apparently, his family were in,
Sitting in front of the TV with a biscuit tin.
They were watching Mike’s show ‘What’s the Din?’
And because he ditched us we pushed over his bin!
oh poury rain
oh scary thunder
oh dark clouds
oh Christmas tree falling down slowly
oh Christmas presents
nice or bad day?
it is the best because the of the presents
Here at the top of the tree
There is a beautiful shiny star
And it is bright.
The little balls on the tree
Are sparkly rainbow balls
That will reflect a mirror
Which will twist and turn like gold.
What a merry day!
I like to play in the snow.
What a jolly day!
I want some turkey.
I wonder where Santa is.
Was I good or bad?
“Ho, ho,” says Santa.
“Who is bad and who is good?
Where is my snowman?”
Every time I open a book
I go into a different land
My thoughts are blurred
My memory burned away
Like the pages I flip through
And I fall into a trance
Dazed, unable to put it down
I feel like a character
I feel their pain, their sorrow
I feel their righteousness
I sense their joyous laughter
They go past my emotions
Filling me with a strange desire
To laugh along
Warming my heart
And when my journey is over
I sigh and sit
For hours and hours
Wishing I was still there
In the different land
As a different person
In my front lawn
A snowman stands
Short and stout
Its body of
Imperfect balls
And that makes it
More interesting
A short little carrot
Fixed as its nose
A splash of colour
In black and white
Wearing an old and worn
Hand me down scarf
With buttons for eyes
And a thin little twig
Fixed in a derpy smile
Cheerfully
Staring at me
And when summer
Rolls along
I look at my front lawn
And in place of it
There is a puddle of water
Instead