A House of My Own

Oh to have a little house

And to own it all

Heaped up coal on the fire

Lots of flowers against the wall

To have a clock that ticks away

Which helps me time my day

Dresser filled with shining delft

Birds speckled, blues and browns

I would be busy all the day

Cleaning, sweeping, polishing floors

Dusting my delft

And putting it back, on the shelf

I would be quiet there at night

By the fire and by myself

Then to bed but loath to leave

My ticking clock and shining delft

But I am weary of mist and dark

And busy roads with no trees or bush

Tired of that lonesome road

And the crying wind and hush

I am praying to God on high

And i am praying night and day

For a little house

A house of my own

Then I won’t mind too much being alone



When I Am Gone From This Earth

When I am gone from this earth

Please plant trees where there are none

They shall dapple in the sun

When all my “springs” are done


29 July 2002

Love is all that matters

Love is all we need

Love is what we cannot show

Except by gift and deed



Roses Round The Door

I’d like to have a cottage

With room for two or more

A tiny place, of charm and grace

With roses round the door

I’d like it to be cosy

With wooden beams and floors

A roof of thatch, a cabbage patch

And roses round the door

The garden must be private

With herbs and flowers galore

With apple trees and honey bees

And roses round the door

I’d like a country setting

Away from traffic’s roar

A lovely view, a pet or two

And roses round the door

And when I find this cottage

I’ll ask for nothing more

I’ll sit content, ‘neath the scent

Of roses round my door.


When I Think I’m All Alone

When I think I’m all alone, life seems so unfair

No one seems to care, Winter damp go on and on

I remember spring will come again

And with it sweet birds sing

I remember that and chase away despair

My Little Cottage

My little cottage garden is very neat

And small with a flagstone courtyard

With high grey stone walls

Birds build their nests of twigs; lilac scents the air

Every season brings delight

From tiny flower beds spring time flowers

Wake and raise their garden heads

X

Please don’t put my ashes in Kirkby

Thanks, Mum

X



When You Have Been Wronged

When you have been wronged

A poor memory is your best response

Don’t be afraid to take big steps

You can’t cross a chasm in two small jumps

Tomorrow I will live the fool does say

Today itself’s too late, the wise lived yesterday

Hope is the best possession

None are completely wretched

But those who are without hope

And few are reduced as low as that

It matters not how long you live

But how well you will find as you look back upon your life

That the moments when you have really lived

Are the moments when you have done

Things in the spirit of love

Always be a little kinder than necessary

Love is the only thing we can carry with us

When we go and it makes the end so easy

We make a living by what we get but make a life by what we give


May 6 1999

I glimpsed a vista of the past

Carefree days i thought would last

Days of youth which had no ending

No knowledge of the future pending

Gone now those times but one thing stays

The radiance of those precious days


A Lovely Sight

A lovely sight, grass nice and green

Buds on the trees, buzzing of the bees

Flowers already out, makes you want to shout

Singing of the birds, sky nice and blue

Oh I’m glad Spring has come to


Envy

Don’t envy those who have much more

For others may have less

Comparing this should

Then restore your faith and happiness

Someone less fortunate

Than you in health

And worldly things

Counting your blessings

Be strong and see

What contentment brings you

You will never be old

With a twinkle in your eye

With the spring time in your heart

As you watched the winter fly

You will never be old while you

Have a smile to share

And you find the time to care

While you can still flourish at life


It Costs Nothing

It costs nothing

But creates much

It cannot be bought

When you give it away

It always comes back

Nobody needs a smile so much

As those who have

None to give!!


Lonely

Dear God when I am lonely and when I feel despair

Parents are special so guard them with care

Cherish and love them whilst they are still there

Bless them and comfort their pains and their fears

Help them and show them your thanks through the years

Give them your patience as they grow old

For the love you have shared is more precious than gold



Each One Of Us Is Special

Each one of us is special

No matter who we are

We may not stand out in a crowd

Or be a famous star

We may be young, we may be old

We may be rich or poor

But we all have a niche in life

Of that we may be sure

But the quality to listen

Is the greatest gift of all

I’m sure I’ll never win the lottery

But I’m not a bit put out

Nor will my name make news

Of that i have no doubt


This Morning

This morning is another day

It may have opportunities

A chance to laugh and sing

One by one weeks slip by

With every change we see around

The future is our own

Every day a new beginning


Xmas 1998

Prickly bracken, flourishing weeds

Flowers growing wild

Retracing tracks

Remembering how it was

When just a child

Sweet memories I recall

Lazy days and the magic of it all


July 1998

Down memory lane I ran one day

And on the long adventurous way

To find the treasures I had lost

For things forgotten to my cost

Happy days without a care

My home and family always there.


I wish you serendipity

I wish you serendipity

A little magic in your life

And gentle calm serenity

To contrast stress and strife

I wish you sweet tranquillity

Along your future way

And love to grow abundantly

To fill your world each day


I Remember Best

As a child life was busy and fun

Long sunny days trips to the woods

Down to farm, bring back the mill

Walking lane float down to the brook

Picking the daisies and looking for pebbles

These are the days I remember best