Through the eyes of a child
I am but a child, in this huge world.
My body has yet to grow,
My 'wings' are still furled close and tight,
Yet my eyes see much you know.
Do you see how I see?
Stoop down and gaze a while,
Look at life, through the eyes of a child,
Be ready to lose your smile.
Here I am, but a toddler, sitting in my buggy,?
Well, please ask that person to turn their bag,
For it's coming right at me.
Oh no,! what is this coming now,?
Before my little face.
It's one of those huge umberella's,
Oh ouch, was that a briefcase?
Now here's a friendly little face,
What will this chappie say,
No!!! I don't like the look of his teeth,
Please take that dog away.
I like the look of that French stick.
Poking out of the shopping bag.
Oops,! I only had a little touch.
Crumbs, that lady sure is mad.
Please don't push me near the edge,
Those wheels are big and black.
Keep me safe into the side.
For my journey there and back.
The hurrying and scurrying makes me wild,
As nobody wants to see,
That through the eyes of I, but a child.
How dangerous life seems to be!!
Copyright (C) Annemari 24th May 2009
Monday, 30 January 2012
Distant Love
Distant Love
You have bewitched me, right from the start.
So, forever you will stay, deep in my heart.
You will never lose me,though it's true I must go.
The burning of my tears are telling me so.
Remember me fondly for the rest of your days.
As the lady who loves you, from so far away.
Copyright Annemari (C) 11th May 2009
You have bewitched me, right from the start.
So, forever you will stay, deep in my heart.
You will never lose me,though it's true I must go.
The burning of my tears are telling me so.
Remember me fondly for the rest of your days.
As the lady who loves you, from so far away.
Copyright Annemari (C) 11th May 2009
Poems by friends: 5 poems.
REMEMBER THE TIME
This hour, this one right now
this hour of minutes, seconds, passing by
Is where I am, for now.
I have been to other places
I hope to visit more
But for now this hour, ticked and counted
this breath, shallow then mounted
Has all of me within it.
All memory of experience, pain
shared dreams, fantasy, fallacy, reality
concentrates here.
My thinking ticks the beat as memory
becomes past, more so than the experience,
for it is now twice removed, or more.
Enter and leave, each time a little
different from the last.
Oh! this past alters with my mood.
One event has a brace of outcomes.
They transverse, reverse, disperse.
This hour, this one, right now,
will pass as you did
and what was real becomes a memory to mould and shape
at will, and, like your last kiss,
has all of me within it.
By gigi meunier
Added on 30th January 2012
The following poem by Laura was wrote for the occasion her son's marriage.
A Mother's Love.
I loved you as a babby
And held you in my arms
I yearned to keep you warm and safe
Secure from all lifes harms.
I loved you as a wee bairn
Running in the park
Laughing with the joy of life
Safe from all thats dark.
I loved you as a teenager
Though sometimes you was bad
Playing music very late at night
Shouting at me and dad.
And now you are a grown man
And I am proud of you
You’ve chose a lovely wife to wed
And I know that you will be true.
I wish you every happiness
As you start married life
A good kind man you have become
With a beautiful loving wife.
And I hope that God will bless you
As he blessed your dad and me
With happy loving bairns
To complete your family.
By Laura
Added on 30th January 2012
Fluffington wrote this:-
The stunning flowers that have sprung to life
The workers who've let go of all their strife
The birds that tweet their merry songs
The squirrels that sadly no longer belong
The bees buzzing round for a little nectar
The tourists that travelled from near and from far
The boaters enjoying the big wide lake
The children devouring a 99 flake
The ducks messing round on their still clear pond
The lovers laugh sharing a special bond
The runners building up a sweat
The footballers playing for a bet
This park is such a special place
That slows down a persons normal pace
Relax and chill and just have fun
In the beautiful park in the beautiful sun
Composed by Fluffington June 23rd 2009
Added by Annemari 30th January 2012
Also by Fluffington.
Raindrops make the dark streets glisten
Thunder makes people stop and listen
Lightening flashes in the dark night sky
Strong beating winds make the babies cry
Animals scarper for somewhere to hide
Terrifird adults lose all of their pride
Storms bring terror to each and their own
Only safe do they feel within their sweet home
Added by Annemari 30th January 2012
Another by Fluffington.
We are off to the zoo today,
We all can't wait, hip hip hooray.
The picnic's packed, we've gone to the loo
We're on our way, a big woohoo.
Waiting at the gates to get our tickets
I wonder what animals like to eat Crickets.
We are through the entrance and the sun is out
It's now time for us to roam about.
The Lions pad around their cage
Roaring at children who are being so brave.
The tigers too like to scare the mites
Till they all run away with a touch of the frights.
The Hippo has fun playing in the mud
When it lays down we hear a great big thud.
The Zebra meanwhile is lazing in the sun
Suddenly it stands and has an almighty run.
The Monkeys just want to fool around and play
They wind each other up and make a mess of the hay.
The Meerkats look cute standing on their hinds
You've really got to wonder what is going through their minds.
The Giraffe's have such thin long necks, they can reach up to the trees
And when they want to sit down they have to get down on their knees.
The Penguins swim around all day, splashing and sploshing about
They are surrounded by lots of water, so never suffer a drought.
These are some of the animals that we saw today at the zoo
Big ones, small ones, strange ones, and then we left, boohoo.
The journey home was a sad one, leaving them all behind
Lots more people there tomorrow though so I'm sure they all don't mind.
Composed on 23rd June 2009 by Fluffington.
Added by Annemari 30th January 2012
Sunday, 29 January 2012
Trapped!!
Trapped
Oh please cry out again.
I know you need some help.
But I cannot help you,
If you don't let out a yelp.
I'm running through the woods,
Please cry out once more,
I need to hear the sound you make,
If I'm to find you that's for sure.
I can hear you crying now.
The sound of such distress.
I'm running here and there to see,
If I can help you out the mess.
Oh,please cry out again,
Yes,that's right,you know I care.
My ears are all astrain,
Are you trapped within a snare?
How awful you must feel,
And oh so lonely too.
For you have no idea,
That I looking hard for you.
Your scream it goes right through me.
I'm upon you,as you lie there.
Just keep those bright eyes shining.
And I'll release you from that snare.
Your wound it looks so sore,
But you trust me not.
I would care for you some more,
Yet,you've gone off like a shot.
Why have you stopped and turned around?
And now you stare at me.
Will you remember what might have been?
But instead you still are free.
Farewell,God's little creature,
I wish you lots of luck.
For while you have your freedom.
I'm covered in rabbit's muck!!
Copyright Annemari (C) 1st May 2009
Oh please cry out again.
I know you need some help.
But I cannot help you,
If you don't let out a yelp.
I'm running through the woods,
Please cry out once more,
I need to hear the sound you make,
If I'm to find you that's for sure.
I can hear you crying now.
The sound of such distress.
I'm running here and there to see,
If I can help you out the mess.
Oh,please cry out again,
Yes,that's right,you know I care.
My ears are all astrain,
Are you trapped within a snare?
How awful you must feel,
And oh so lonely too.
For you have no idea,
That I looking hard for you.
Your scream it goes right through me.
I'm upon you,as you lie there.
Just keep those bright eyes shining.
And I'll release you from that snare.
Your wound it looks so sore,
But you trust me not.
I would care for you some more,
Yet,you've gone off like a shot.
Why have you stopped and turned around?
And now you stare at me.
Will you remember what might have been?
But instead you still are free.
Farewell,God's little creature,
I wish you lots of luck.
For while you have your freedom.
I'm covered in rabbit's muck!!
Copyright Annemari (C) 1st May 2009
Somewhere in the West
Home
Have you been to the place where I live?
It's a wonderful place you know.
Full of a history all of it's own.
Where imaginations are able to grow.
Have you been to the place where I live?
Surrounded by beautiful trees.
A place that has a pace of it own.
Yet to a visitor so much to give.
Have you been to the place where I live?
Where the sheep have the freedom to roam,
Where the deer can hide in the woods so deep.
And the boar can be seen if you know where to peep.
Have you been to the place where I live?
Withs it's ponds and its walks here and there.
Where the bluebells grow dense in the woods.
And the breeze throws their fragrance to the air.
Have you been to the place where I live?
Where children have freedom to play.
Where families meet and have bar-b-que days.
And are sad it's the end of their stay.
Have you been to the place where I live?
Where cyclists have places to roam.
Where stone work is quarried and trees they are felled.
In this working wood, I call home.
Then you have not been to the Forest of Dean,
To the West of the Gloucestershire way.
You are welcome my friend, kindly faces you'll see.
Where folks with a smile, bid you good day.
Copyright Annemari (C) 1st May 2009
_________________
Have you been to the place where I live?
It's a wonderful place you know.
Full of a history all of it's own.
Where imaginations are able to grow.
Have you been to the place where I live?
Surrounded by beautiful trees.
A place that has a pace of it own.
Yet to a visitor so much to give.
Have you been to the place where I live?
Where the sheep have the freedom to roam,
Where the deer can hide in the woods so deep.
And the boar can be seen if you know where to peep.
Have you been to the place where I live?
Withs it's ponds and its walks here and there.
Where the bluebells grow dense in the woods.
And the breeze throws their fragrance to the air.
Have you been to the place where I live?
Where children have freedom to play.
Where families meet and have bar-b-que days.
And are sad it's the end of their stay.
Have you been to the place where I live?
Where cyclists have places to roam.
Where stone work is quarried and trees they are felled.
In this working wood, I call home.
Then you have not been to the Forest of Dean,
To the West of the Gloucestershire way.
You are welcome my friend, kindly faces you'll see.
Where folks with a smile, bid you good day.
Copyright Annemari (C) 1st May 2009
_________________
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
Poems of Honour Chapter.......2 poems
People of *Royal Wootton Bassett
They lined the street more than five deep.
To salute the soldiers of war,
Who had lost their lives, (as you and I sleep,)
In Afghanistan abroad.
The families mourn the ones they have lost.
The scars engraved so deep.
But in their heart is a sense of pride,
for those now in their deepest sleep.
No more to see a friendly smile,
No more to wave Goodbye,
The biggest Goodbye has just been had,
As they join with their God on high.
They would not want us to cry for them.
Nor grieve for ever and a day,
But to pray for their colleagues left behind,
And hope it's behind they'll stay.
The people of Wootton Bassett unite,
To support mourners, and show their respect,
for the soldiers who have lost their lives at war.
To remind us, lest we forget.
*Note: The word 'Royal' was added at a later date to the original composition of this poem.
Copyright Annemari (C) 10th July 2009
Ode to the lost miners of Gleision Colliery, September 2011
Down down deep in the mine.
The four struggled to keep their lives.
Each of them hoping at least one would make it,
to the top of the pit and survive.
Yet, the force of the water was much too strong,
with its taste as bitter as could be.
Clinging and hoping someone came along,
to rescue and set them free.
Still the mine held it's grip on the men down below,
holding them tight in its grasp.
Taking a life one by one, until finally, they
all breathed their last.
This job that they did was a dangerous one,
and has been for many a year.
Still, the loss of a fellow is hard to take,
as families shed their tears.
Now up in heaven, four miners have gone,
to be with the God of their choice.
Hark, listen, and you will hear,
not the cries of the miners voice.
For the miners were Welshmen from the land of song,
though their lungs now forever dry.
Close your eyes and lift your head to the hills,
as you listen not to their cries.
The miners will sing you a song of the heart,
to say they will always be here.
Close to the ones that they love the most,
the ones that they hold so dear.
From their memories, strength will be upon folk once more.
In times of trouble and woe.
For though they as 'menfolk' are no longer here,
in truth they will never let go.
Copyright Annemari © 18th September 2011
They lined the street more than five deep.
To salute the soldiers of war,
Who had lost their lives, (as you and I sleep,)
In Afghanistan abroad.
The families mourn the ones they have lost.
The scars engraved so deep.
But in their heart is a sense of pride,
for those now in their deepest sleep.
No more to see a friendly smile,
No more to wave Goodbye,
The biggest Goodbye has just been had,
As they join with their God on high.
They would not want us to cry for them.
Nor grieve for ever and a day,
But to pray for their colleagues left behind,
And hope it's behind they'll stay.
The people of Wootton Bassett unite,
To support mourners, and show their respect,
for the soldiers who have lost their lives at war.
To remind us, lest we forget.
*Note: The word 'Royal' was added at a later date to the original composition of this poem.
Copyright Annemari (C) 10th July 2009
Ode to the lost miners of Gleision Colliery, September 2011
Down down deep in the mine.
The four struggled to keep their lives.
Each of them hoping at least one would make it,
to the top of the pit and survive.
Yet, the force of the water was much too strong,
with its taste as bitter as could be.
Clinging and hoping someone came along,
to rescue and set them free.
Still the mine held it's grip on the men down below,
holding them tight in its grasp.
Taking a life one by one, until finally, they
all breathed their last.
This job that they did was a dangerous one,
and has been for many a year.
Still, the loss of a fellow is hard to take,
as families shed their tears.
Now up in heaven, four miners have gone,
to be with the God of their choice.
Hark, listen, and you will hear,
not the cries of the miners voice.
For the miners were Welshmen from the land of song,
though their lungs now forever dry.
Close your eyes and lift your head to the hills,
as you listen not to their cries.
The miners will sing you a song of the heart,
to say they will always be here.
Close to the ones that they love the most,
the ones that they hold so dear.
From their memories, strength will be upon folk once more.
In times of trouble and woe.
For though they as 'menfolk' are no longer here,
in truth they will never let go.
Copyright Annemari © 18th September 2011
Life in General.....1 poem
And so today is..
Thursday, The weekends nearly here.
What have you done to bring happiness,
To yourself and those that love you dear?
Has your life changed at all.?
Has your purpose remained the same.?
Can you hold your head up high.
To be proud of what you've gained?
As the weekend gathers pace,
Maybe working time is nearly through.
What plans have you got to while the hours.
Now the weekend beckons you?
Will you be clearing that ironing?
Or helping with D.I.Y.?
Or playing with the children.
Before their childhood passes by?
Whatever it is that comes your way,
Embrace it with all your might.
Fors hours that are past and wasted.
Will never be back in sight.
Copyright Annemari (C) 9th July 2009
Thursday, The weekends nearly here.
What have you done to bring happiness,
To yourself and those that love you dear?
Has your life changed at all.?
Has your purpose remained the same.?
Can you hold your head up high.
To be proud of what you've gained?
As the weekend gathers pace,
Maybe working time is nearly through.
What plans have you got to while the hours.
Now the weekend beckons you?
Will you be clearing that ironing?
Or helping with D.I.Y.?
Or playing with the children.
Before their childhood passes by?
Whatever it is that comes your way,
Embrace it with all your might.
Fors hours that are past and wasted.
Will never be back in sight.
Copyright Annemari (C) 9th July 2009
A Touch of Humour Chapter...5 Poems.
The following poem was wrote when my washing machine burst its pipes. I should add that GS has a fear of running water in the house!!
Problems with my pipes!
My poor GS got such a fright,
His cry was loud and clear.
"Grannieeeee,"I heard him shout so loud.
Then came running into here
"The pipes are leaking,Grannie,
This really is not a trick,
Grannie,please come and can stop it ,
Oh grannie I feel sick"
Poor wee man had lost his colour.
OH was on his knees,!
I looked at him with fond despair,
No time for prayers now please.!!
We raced into the study.
As fast as fast were we.
If I were up for the Olympics
Oh how proud you all would be.
We skidded to a halt,
As the water met us at the door.
The washing machine had burst its pipe,
So it spewed all over the floor.
"Throw me a towel" I quickly cried.
OH looked non-plussed and dim.
"To mop up some of this water, silly!
Why? do you think I want a swim?
We set about the big clear up,
To sort out all the mess.
But it soon became quite evident,
That the chances were less and less.
Well, we have made a bit of a bodge job.
For the need of the proper pipe.
Because when metric met imperial.
It was obviously quite the wrong type.
And just in case your thinking.
"This won't ever happen to me,"
I'd like to think that you are right,
But sadly I can't agree.
For in the modern plumbing,
Pipes are hidden so you can't see.
Yet consider if a pipe does burst.
What a right old mess there'll be.
The beautiful neat tiling,
That looks all trim and neat.
Will soon become a crumbled heap,
Resting at your feet.
And then you'll need a plumber,
Oh and a plasterer too,
And don't forget the tiler.
To complete the job for you.
Then with the job all finished.
Relief will soon set in.
OH will pour a glass of wine.
And pass it with a grin.
You will toast each other gladly,
Each feeling so sublime.
Relaxing back into your chairs. .
Until another time.!!!
Copyright Annemari(C) 19th May 2009
This Great Big World
I'm off into this great big world,
My fortune I will seek,
I've had a look in lots of books,
So I've had a sneaky peek.
I've drummed up courage and I've thought,
"Thats where I want to be"
Somewhere where the sun shines hot,
And they have a bright blue sea.
Now, I've packed my bag with what I need,
For this journey I will take.
All the important things have been packed.
I don't want to make a mistake.
I've said "Goodbye" to everyone,
Had hugs and kisses to.
They've wished me well and said "Have fun"
"Take care in what you do".
I put my coat on my back
Lift my case into my hand.
My journey to see the great big world.
Has surely just began.
And so I turn the handle in the middle of the door.
When I hear a voice behind me say.
"Don't be long, you're only four" !!!!
Copyright Annemari (C) 29th April 2009
Between The Covers.
I look at you and wonder, what you hold for me.?
So many thoughts are in my head,
And you can set them free.
I look across at you, as you lie quietly there.
For you have everything, there is nothing to compare.
I've looked in other places, but in the end come back to you.
For you will always help, it's what you're there to do.
How can such a thing often lift my troubled mind?
Lead me to the light so that I may find,
Thoughts that are so comforting and never quite contrary.
Yes, I rely on you my friend,............. my little dictionary!
Copyright Annemari(C)21st May 2009
Our little sledgehammerer
At last the work has started.
To improve part of our home.
That stupid porch built above a well,
Has been given a brand new home.
Our grandson with the might in him,
knocked it down brick by brick.
For a youngster only eight years old.
His precision was mighty slick.
Where did he find that strength
to lift the sledgehammer without a flinch.?
All we know is that he hit it right,
now the porch is down the tip.
The weather to has been kind to us,
though the builder is not too sure.
For while the sun shone bright in the sky.
His back is mighty sore.
Yet when the work is over,
and we can all stand back and stare.
With great pride and much relief,
we'll see the replacement standing there.
Now if you have some brickwork,
that really should come down.
Don't mention it to our grandson,
He's the slickest 'sledgehammer' in town.!!!
Copyright Annemari (C) 1st July 2009
White Chocolate
I hear a certain lass we know,
Has composed a ditty just to show
her love of White Chocolate, she finds so divine.
Well, if ever I'm given any,she's welcome to mine.
White Chocolate!! No thank-you,I can't bear the taste,
Yet,brown I adore and it shows round the waist.
So, I munch on an apple, as I use the P.C.
Hoping one day it will taste like brown chocolate you see.
So, to you all that love chocolate that is ever so white.
You need never fear if you see me in sight.
Your chocolate is safe, enjoy it with glee.
You won't need to share it ever with me.
The trouble with chocolate once on your mind,
It's difficult to shift,then you know you must find,
Something to ease the agony you feel.
That will tide you over until your next meal.
Make up a 'dippy-box' with treats that you like.
Something that tells calories "Go take a hike"
As each day goes by, your body will alter,
So long as your willpower never does falter.
One day you will wake and think 'This isn't me
When I went to bed, there was excess I could see.
But,No!! you were wrong, your willpower won through.
So, that day is the first day of the rest your life just for you.
Now, take heart, Chatelaine, all is not lost.
Think of the money that White Chocolate does cost.
Set it aside, for your new outfit you'll buy.
Lose kilos and gain confidence in all that you try.
Then when you're happy with your figure once more.
Go buy that outfit, try them all in the store.
Tell yourself,"Yes, the new me is here"
Post a 'piccy' to show us, you will hear us all cheer.
Copyright Annemari and Chatelaine (C) 24th June 2009.
Problems with my pipes!
My poor GS got such a fright,
His cry was loud and clear.
"Grannieeeee,"I heard him shout so loud.
Then came running into here
"The pipes are leaking,Grannie,
This really is not a trick,
Grannie,please come and can stop it ,
Oh grannie I feel sick"
Poor wee man had lost his colour.
OH was on his knees,!
I looked at him with fond despair,
No time for prayers now please.!!
We raced into the study.
As fast as fast were we.
If I were up for the Olympics
Oh how proud you all would be.
We skidded to a halt,
As the water met us at the door.
The washing machine had burst its pipe,
So it spewed all over the floor.
"Throw me a towel" I quickly cried.
OH looked non-plussed and dim.
"To mop up some of this water, silly!
Why? do you think I want a swim?
We set about the big clear up,
To sort out all the mess.
But it soon became quite evident,
That the chances were less and less.
Well, we have made a bit of a bodge job.
For the need of the proper pipe.
Because when metric met imperial.
It was obviously quite the wrong type.
And just in case your thinking.
"This won't ever happen to me,"
I'd like to think that you are right,
But sadly I can't agree.
For in the modern plumbing,
Pipes are hidden so you can't see.
Yet consider if a pipe does burst.
What a right old mess there'll be.
The beautiful neat tiling,
That looks all trim and neat.
Will soon become a crumbled heap,
Resting at your feet.
And then you'll need a plumber,
Oh and a plasterer too,
And don't forget the tiler.
To complete the job for you.
Then with the job all finished.
Relief will soon set in.
OH will pour a glass of wine.
And pass it with a grin.
You will toast each other gladly,
Each feeling so sublime.
Relaxing back into your chairs. .
Until another time.!!!
Copyright Annemari(C) 19th May 2009
This Great Big World
I'm off into this great big world,
My fortune I will seek,
I've had a look in lots of books,
So I've had a sneaky peek.
I've drummed up courage and I've thought,
"Thats where I want to be"
Somewhere where the sun shines hot,
And they have a bright blue sea.
Now, I've packed my bag with what I need,
For this journey I will take.
All the important things have been packed.
I don't want to make a mistake.
I've said "Goodbye" to everyone,
Had hugs and kisses to.
They've wished me well and said "Have fun"
"Take care in what you do".
I put my coat on my back
Lift my case into my hand.
My journey to see the great big world.
Has surely just began.
And so I turn the handle in the middle of the door.
When I hear a voice behind me say.
"Don't be long, you're only four" !!!!
Copyright Annemari (C) 29th April 2009
Between The Covers.
I look at you and wonder, what you hold for me.?
So many thoughts are in my head,
And you can set them free.
I look across at you, as you lie quietly there.
For you have everything, there is nothing to compare.
I've looked in other places, but in the end come back to you.
For you will always help, it's what you're there to do.
How can such a thing often lift my troubled mind?
Lead me to the light so that I may find,
Thoughts that are so comforting and never quite contrary.
Yes, I rely on you my friend,............. my little dictionary!
Copyright Annemari(C)21st May 2009
Our little sledgehammerer
At last the work has started.
To improve part of our home.
That stupid porch built above a well,
Has been given a brand new home.
Our grandson with the might in him,
knocked it down brick by brick.
For a youngster only eight years old.
His precision was mighty slick.
Where did he find that strength
to lift the sledgehammer without a flinch.?
All we know is that he hit it right,
now the porch is down the tip.
The weather to has been kind to us,
though the builder is not too sure.
For while the sun shone bright in the sky.
His back is mighty sore.
Yet when the work is over,
and we can all stand back and stare.
With great pride and much relief,
we'll see the replacement standing there.
Now if you have some brickwork,
that really should come down.
Don't mention it to our grandson,
He's the slickest 'sledgehammer' in town.!!!
Copyright Annemari (C) 1st July 2009
White Chocolate
I hear a certain lass we know,
Has composed a ditty just to show
her love of White Chocolate, she finds so divine.
Well, if ever I'm given any,she's welcome to mine.
White Chocolate!! No thank-you,I can't bear the taste,
Yet,brown I adore and it shows round the waist.
So, I munch on an apple, as I use the P.C.
Hoping one day it will taste like brown chocolate you see.
So, to you all that love chocolate that is ever so white.
You need never fear if you see me in sight.
Your chocolate is safe, enjoy it with glee.
You won't need to share it ever with me.
The trouble with chocolate once on your mind,
It's difficult to shift,then you know you must find,
Something to ease the agony you feel.
That will tide you over until your next meal.
Make up a 'dippy-box' with treats that you like.
Something that tells calories "Go take a hike"
As each day goes by, your body will alter,
So long as your willpower never does falter.
One day you will wake and think 'This isn't me
When I went to bed, there was excess I could see.
But,No!! you were wrong, your willpower won through.
So, that day is the first day of the rest your life just for you.
Now, take heart, Chatelaine, all is not lost.
Think of the money that White Chocolate does cost.
Set it aside, for your new outfit you'll buy.
Lose kilos and gain confidence in all that you try.
Then when you're happy with your figure once more.
Go buy that outfit, try them all in the store.
Tell yourself,"Yes, the new me is here"
Post a 'piccy' to show us, you will hear us all cheer.
Copyright Annemari and Chatelaine (C) 24th June 2009.
Seasons Chapter.....2 poems
Wonder of Nature.
I strode down to the Forest,this bright and chilly morn.
Then stopped and watched with pure delight, as a baby lamb was born.
The ewe she looked on anxiously,to check her babe was well.
The nudge and licking she performed,so full of love, my heart did swell.
The little lamb made a wee cry,I thought my knees would buckle.
So silently I squatted down, as this scrap of life began to suckle.
How wonderful that Nature is,to put on this show for me.
For if you were along by my side,I'm sure you would agree.
When the baby lamb felt brave enough, it wobbled to its knees,
I sat and let the morning sun, fall on my face between the trees.
Then as the lamb gained confidence, it tried it's legs to stand.
Until it mastered the natural skill, oh this really did look grand.
The look of triumph on its tiny face,was as plain as plain could be.
It made a little bleat, as if to say,"Oh Mam.please look at me".
How wonderful that Nature is, to put on a display like this.
It lifted my spirit,heart and soul, that Nature's show I did not be miss.
Copyright Annemari (C) 27th April 2009
The Lonely Sparrow
I'm just a lonely little Sparrow.
With no-one to share my life.
From the start of the Spring Season.
I've not found me a wife.
Each day I sing and call out loud,
But my song is never heard.
As I twitter from the rooftops,
For a Sparrow female bird.
I have a place awaiting.
Where we could set up home.
All cosy in a roof top eave.
No need to ever roam.
There is food around aplenty,
that I would gladly share.
Yet my life remains so empty,
no wife is waiting there.
I bounce about all full of fun.
In a hope a mate will see.
That all her life, her mate is there,
Lonely little me.
Yet, still I'll sing loud and proud,
From the rooftops crystal clear.
In the hope a lonely lass flies by,
And will join me waiting here.
Copyright Annemari (C) 21st June 2009
I strode down to the Forest,this bright and chilly morn.
Then stopped and watched with pure delight, as a baby lamb was born.
The ewe she looked on anxiously,to check her babe was well.
The nudge and licking she performed,so full of love, my heart did swell.
The little lamb made a wee cry,I thought my knees would buckle.
So silently I squatted down, as this scrap of life began to suckle.
How wonderful that Nature is,to put on this show for me.
For if you were along by my side,I'm sure you would agree.
When the baby lamb felt brave enough, it wobbled to its knees,
I sat and let the morning sun, fall on my face between the trees.
Then as the lamb gained confidence, it tried it's legs to stand.
Until it mastered the natural skill, oh this really did look grand.
The look of triumph on its tiny face,was as plain as plain could be.
It made a little bleat, as if to say,"Oh Mam.please look at me".
How wonderful that Nature is, to put on a display like this.
It lifted my spirit,heart and soul, that Nature's show I did not be miss.
Copyright Annemari (C) 27th April 2009
The Lonely Sparrow
I'm just a lonely little Sparrow.
With no-one to share my life.
From the start of the Spring Season.
I've not found me a wife.
Each day I sing and call out loud,
But my song is never heard.
As I twitter from the rooftops,
For a Sparrow female bird.
I have a place awaiting.
Where we could set up home.
All cosy in a roof top eave.
No need to ever roam.
There is food around aplenty,
that I would gladly share.
Yet my life remains so empty,
no wife is waiting there.
I bounce about all full of fun.
In a hope a mate will see.
That all her life, her mate is there,
Lonely little me.
Yet, still I'll sing loud and proud,
From the rooftops crystal clear.
In the hope a lonely lass flies by,
And will join me waiting here.
Copyright Annemari (C) 21st June 2009
Remembrance Poems....2 poems
The Brightest Star 'Ode to a hero'
I tip-toed towards the bedroom door.
Another day was gone.
I tucked my daughter up in her bed.
And had sung her a bedtime song.
I put my hand on the handle with care.
And gently turned out the light.
When a tiny voice behind me said.
"Mummy, where's my Daddy gone tonight?"
A little body had sat back up.
Tears sliding down her face.
"Mummy, he's not coming home, ever again,
Daddy is in another place"
I my daughter close to my breast.
As together we quietly cried.
For I had lost the man I loved.
And my daughter, her daddy, her pride.
"No, my darling, I whispered soft.
But Daddy would not want you to cry.
I'll show you where your Daddy is,
Come, let's look at the night-time sky".
She snuggled up close to my neck.
As she gazed at the glittery sky above.
"Your Daddy is the brightest star you can see,
And he is sending you all of his love"
"Your Daddy was a soldier you see,
His job was to fight a war.
One day when you are all grown up.
You'll know just what it was for.
"So, don't you let Daddy see you cry.
Although he will understand.
Be sure to wave to the brightest star you can see.
And the twinkle will be his hand"
"So, hush, my darling, close your eyes.
And dream of your Daddy's love.
For he will send it to you all of the time.
From his place in heaven above"
I stepped out into the garden.
And stared at the stars in the night.
I whispered,"I will love you forever.
I am proud to have been a soldiers wife"
Copyright Annemari ©13th July 2010
The Poppy.
There quite low in the sweet lush grass.
Lies a bud about to bloom.
A bud so full of innocence.
'She' cannot know her fate to come.
Thud! Thud! Thud! footsteps all around.
A body falls close to her lying still upon the ground.
'She' lifts her head and takes a look.
Shivering in the vibrations of the land as it shook.
Bending slighty as if to comfort, her petals start to unfurl.
The scarlet 'cheeks' of her being become a symbol to the world.
'She' raises her head way up to the sky.
And sends a prayer for the soldier about to die.
Had this been another time, another day.
Would we think about this flower in this way?
The 'Poppy' a symbol of memory.
For those we have loved and lost.
A flower so strong it defies all fight.
Growing in the fields amongst blood day and night.
For as long as The Poppy remains in the fields.
Our soldiers memory won't die, though the hurt may heal.
Each Poppy, a soldier, no longer to stay.
For the love of their Country, they gave up their days.
We owe them this honour, our love and our praise.
Take pride in The Poppy, Long may she stay.
Copyright Annemari (C) 3rd November 2011
I tip-toed towards the bedroom door.
Another day was gone.
I tucked my daughter up in her bed.
And had sung her a bedtime song.
I put my hand on the handle with care.
And gently turned out the light.
When a tiny voice behind me said.
"Mummy, where's my Daddy gone tonight?"
A little body had sat back up.
Tears sliding down her face.
"Mummy, he's not coming home, ever again,
Daddy is in another place"
I my daughter close to my breast.
As together we quietly cried.
For I had lost the man I loved.
And my daughter, her daddy, her pride.
"No, my darling, I whispered soft.
But Daddy would not want you to cry.
I'll show you where your Daddy is,
Come, let's look at the night-time sky".
She snuggled up close to my neck.
As she gazed at the glittery sky above.
"Your Daddy is the brightest star you can see,
And he is sending you all of his love"
"Your Daddy was a soldier you see,
His job was to fight a war.
One day when you are all grown up.
You'll know just what it was for.
"So, don't you let Daddy see you cry.
Although he will understand.
Be sure to wave to the brightest star you can see.
And the twinkle will be his hand"
"So, hush, my darling, close your eyes.
And dream of your Daddy's love.
For he will send it to you all of the time.
From his place in heaven above"
I stepped out into the garden.
And stared at the stars in the night.
I whispered,"I will love you forever.
I am proud to have been a soldiers wife"
Copyright Annemari ©13th July 2010
The Poppy.
There quite low in the sweet lush grass.
Lies a bud about to bloom.
A bud so full of innocence.
'She' cannot know her fate to come.
Thud! Thud! Thud! footsteps all around.
A body falls close to her lying still upon the ground.
'She' lifts her head and takes a look.
Shivering in the vibrations of the land as it shook.
Bending slighty as if to comfort, her petals start to unfurl.
The scarlet 'cheeks' of her being become a symbol to the world.
'She' raises her head way up to the sky.
And sends a prayer for the soldier about to die.
Had this been another time, another day.
Would we think about this flower in this way?
The 'Poppy' a symbol of memory.
For those we have loved and lost.
A flower so strong it defies all fight.
Growing in the fields amongst blood day and night.
For as long as The Poppy remains in the fields.
Our soldiers memory won't die, though the hurt may heal.
Each Poppy, a soldier, no longer to stay.
For the love of their Country, they gave up their days.
We owe them this honour, our love and our praise.
Take pride in The Poppy, Long may she stay.
Copyright Annemari (C) 3rd November 2011
Monday, 23 January 2012
Friendship Chapter - 2 poems
Rays of sunshine.
Sometimes in life there comes along a very special person.
One who you can empathise with.
One who shows you the sun.
Then all of sudden they have gone again.
And you are left in the gloom.
But thoughts that they have left behind.
Bring rays of sunshine into the room.
A little word here, a song sung there.
Is like nectar speicially for you.
As if they know that their absence is felt.
And they want to fill you with good cheer.
You raise a smile to the memory.
Of the one who has gone away.
And hope that deep down in your heart.
They will return again someday.
Copyright Annemari (C)23rd January 2012
Nobody knows.
Nobody knows the thoughts in anothers mind.
Nobody knows how they weep.
Nobody knows how troubled they can be.
When they try their hardest to sleep.
Nobody knows how anothers heart aches.
Nobody knows day by day,
The worries and angst deep in their minds.
Until they offer their friendship and stay.
Nobody realises how friendship can be strong.
Not everyone seems to care.
Yet when your friend is troubled and down.
Be that friend and tell them you're there.
Take time and be someone who cares.
Lend an ear or a helping hand.
Until that person feels strong once again.
No-one knows, but try if you can.
Copyright Annemari (C)29th January 2012
Sunday, 22 January 2012
Walk softly
Walk softly through the meadow.
When life is not just what it seems.
As hopes and aspirations.
Seem to crumble at the seams.
Take time to drink in the fresh air.
And fill your lungs with hope.
Swing your arms all about yourself.
Like a child with it's skipping rope.
Walk softly through the meadow.
Tarry awhile barefoot in the grass.
Let the sun shine upon your face.
And feel the freshness there at last.
Walk softly through the meadow.
Who knows what you may see.
Some little piece of nature.
That makes your heart sing out with glee.
Relax and let nature take the trouble.
That lies within your heart.
Then walk softly through the meadow.
As from that 'paradise' you part.
Copyright Annemari (C) 21st January 2009
Walk softly through the meadow.
When life is not just what it seems.
As hopes and aspirations.
Seem to crumble at the seams.
Take time to drink in the fresh air.
And fill your lungs with hope.
Swing your arms all about yourself.
Like a child with it's skipping rope.
Walk softly through the meadow.
Tarry awhile barefoot in the grass.
Let the sun shine upon your face.
And feel the freshness there at last.
Walk softly through the meadow.
Who knows what you may see.
Some little piece of nature.
That makes your heart sing out with glee.
Relax and let nature take the trouble.
That lies within your heart.
Then walk softly through the meadow.
As from that 'paradise' you part.
Copyright Annemari (C) 21st January 2009
Saturday, 21 January 2012
Coming Home
Coming home.
She leaned against the window, her fingers twisted through her hair,
Watching and waiting for the one she loved, no other could compare.
The rain lashed down on the window pane,so hard she thought that it would crack.
The lightening snapped through the clouds, the flash made her jump back.
The thunder roared and rumbled across the ever darkening sky.
And hope raised in her breast at each car that passed on by.
Anxiously she gazed at the clock on the sideboard to her right.
Time was ticking by, on this dark and dreary night.
Tears they trickled down her face, as she realised with deepening gloom,
That the one she loved so dearly was tonight not coming home.
Then in the distance, far away, she heard a gentle ring.
Yet the impatience of it's sound, encouraged her heart to sing.
Swiftly, effortly, without a fuss, she raced into the hall,
Her arms were far outreaching as she tried to take the call.
Then she had it in her hands, and the voice that she longed to hear,
Was telling her he's closer now, and that he loved her very dear.
Glancing all about as she replaced the telephone.
She nodded with satisfaction, that there is love within their home.
How far they had come since as a girl she had waited there.
When she first leant against the window, her fingers twisted through her hair.
Copyright Annemari (C) 27th July 2009
She leaned against the window, her fingers twisted through her hair,
Watching and waiting for the one she loved, no other could compare.
The rain lashed down on the window pane,so hard she thought that it would crack.
The lightening snapped through the clouds, the flash made her jump back.
The thunder roared and rumbled across the ever darkening sky.
And hope raised in her breast at each car that passed on by.
Anxiously she gazed at the clock on the sideboard to her right.
Time was ticking by, on this dark and dreary night.
Tears they trickled down her face, as she realised with deepening gloom,
That the one she loved so dearly was tonight not coming home.
Then in the distance, far away, she heard a gentle ring.
Yet the impatience of it's sound, encouraged her heart to sing.
Swiftly, effortly, without a fuss, she raced into the hall,
Her arms were far outreaching as she tried to take the call.
Then she had it in her hands, and the voice that she longed to hear,
Was telling her he's closer now, and that he loved her very dear.
Glancing all about as she replaced the telephone.
She nodded with satisfaction, that there is love within their home.
How far they had come since as a girl she had waited there.
When she first leant against the window, her fingers twisted through her hair.
Copyright Annemari (C) 27th July 2009
CROSSROADS
Crossroads
I look out of the window as you drive your car away.
No more to see a backward glance, a smile or a wave.
For your heart is with another,so you told me yesterday,
And though I pleaded with all my heart, you packed your things today.
My head is pounding with the pain, my mouth is dry with fear.
Of losing the one that I have loved and always held so dear.
I can't believe we're over, I can't believe we're through,
For I have always loved you, to you I have stayed true.
My resolve it cracks as I turn away,towards this empty room.
The sun has gone behind the clouds, which only adds to all the gloom.
Tears fall silently down my cheeks, my eyes begin to sting.
I gaze at the gold band that you once gave me, and kiss my wedding ring.
I wish you well, sweetheart,for you will always be my love.
Those years that have gone by, I'll give thanks to God above.
Now you are with another, I am at the crossroads of my life.
For I will always be a mother, yet, no more to be your wife.
Copyright Annemari (C) 27th April 2009
I look out of the window as you drive your car away.
No more to see a backward glance, a smile or a wave.
For your heart is with another,so you told me yesterday,
And though I pleaded with all my heart, you packed your things today.
My head is pounding with the pain, my mouth is dry with fear.
Of losing the one that I have loved and always held so dear.
I can't believe we're over, I can't believe we're through,
For I have always loved you, to you I have stayed true.
My resolve it cracks as I turn away,towards this empty room.
The sun has gone behind the clouds, which only adds to all the gloom.
Tears fall silently down my cheeks, my eyes begin to sting.
I gaze at the gold band that you once gave me, and kiss my wedding ring.
I wish you well, sweetheart,for you will always be my love.
Those years that have gone by, I'll give thanks to God above.
Now you are with another, I am at the crossroads of my life.
For I will always be a mother, yet, no more to be your wife.
Copyright Annemari (C) 27th April 2009
Animal Lovers Chapter....4 Poems
Goodnight little puss.
Place your hands upon your lap.
And imagine he is sitting there.
For though you said 'Goodbye' today.
He knew you loved and cared.
So very often when we must part.
With creatures we have loved so much.
We feel deep down within our hearts.
And yearn for their soft touch.
Yet,it was right to let him end his days.
And join all cats way up above.
For though he is not with you anymore.
He is in your heart with love.
And imagine he is sitting there.
For though you said 'Goodbye' today.
He knew you loved and cared.
So very often when we must part.
With creatures we have loved so much.
We feel deep down within our hearts.
And yearn for their soft touch.
Yet,it was right to let him end his days.
And join all cats way up above.
For though he is not with you anymore.
He is in your heart with love.
Copyright Annemari (C) 18th June 2010.The following two poems were written for a friend who's beloved cat had wandered off.
The amazing thing is that not long after I wrote the first poem, the cat came home.
A Prayer for Toto
Each day that goes by,open your heart with hope.
For hope is the strength,that guides you to cope.
Never give up. Keep your will strong.
To help your dear pet find where she belongs.
She may just have wandered, but strong she will be,
As the instincts life gave her surface naturally.
Each night say your prayers, quiet and alone,
Pray God keeps Toto safe and sends her back home.
Regard not each day as another to fear.
But another step closer, to when she is near.
Her life once so sweet,serene and just so,
Will egg her to return as your beloved cat,Toto.
Come on Toto, time to come home.
Copyright Annemari (C) 25th April 2009
The Wanderer Returns.
A little wanderer has returned and brought joy to her family.
No-one knows just where she's has been,
That is known only unto she.
Her head held high and up went her tail,
She came back into her house,
With all the pomp a cat could have,as if capturing a mouse.
Again her home is filled with joy,now this fluffy pet is home.
Yet there will be some anxious feelings ,in case again she roams
With tummy full, and lots of fuss, now settled on Mum's lap.
She curling up to go to sleep and have a well earned nap.
Mum is on her keyboard, telling all of us.
That Toto has returned back home,but can't understand the fuss.
Copyright Annemari (C) 25th April 2009
Out of the Blue
All of a sudden, I've heard about a place.
That's special for pets who have died.
This haven is called 'Rainbow Bridge'
And time is their only guide.
Up hills,down dales,over meadows you see.
All the pets they are playing,together happily.
Food and Water a plenty,with the sun on their back,
Our beloved pets bide comfortably,nothing do they lack.
Our pets are strong and lively once more,
No injury or illness in sight.
Just contentment and happiness,reign within,
Like we remember through dreams in the night.
They are running and playing together,
Yet there is something that's just not quite right
Their loved ones they have left behind,
Are no longer within their sight.
Then, all of a sudden, one will stop.
The eyes are fixed with intent.
The body it quivers from head to foot,
With uncertaincy and excitement.
Then with a jog and into a run,
They fly over the lush velvet grass.
The eyes that were faded are bright once again,
As the legs gather speed and run fast.
For you have been spotted as you make your way in,
Your pet's days of waiting are over.
You cling to each other,never to be parted again.
And roll together in the deep clover.
Your hands caress the top of it's head.
Happy kisses rain upon your face.
Each stare at each other with trusting eyes,
As you both cross 'Rainbow Bridge' to your final resting place.
In memory of Mrs H's 'Cokie' the cat, who died June 2nd 2009
and
With thanks to 'Sapphire' for the lovely story of Rainbow Bridge.
Copyright Annemari (C) 3rd June 2009
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Poems of yesteryear.
Memories
Did you see the little girl skipping down the street?
Dressed in her Sunday best with a puppy at her feet.
Did you see the young lad with a football in his arm?
Off up to the 'reccy', where he can do no harm.
Did you see that young couple strolling hand in hand?
Her face lit up as she smiles at him and they make
their future plans.
Did you see the old man sitting in the park?
Not wanting to return home until the light has dimmed to dark.
Did you see the policeman as he walked about his beat?
All dressed in black and looking smart from his head down to his feet.
Then you've looked in your memory bank at the way life used to be.
When everyone felt safe in each others company.
Gone are the days of skipping girls, and boys with their footballs.
Of courting couples looking sweet, and elderly folk who like to talk.
That tall young policeman is also a person in the past.
The only time you see him now is when he's driving very fast.
'They' say it's the age of progress as time goes marching on and on.
Skipping girls and football boys, courting couples have all gone.
Replaced by fighting in the streets, and schools who find it hard to cope.
It's time to find the 'Dunkirk' spirit, we must not give up hope.
Copyright Annemari (C) April 22nd 2009
Memories through a book
So gently I hear the clock on the mantle shelf tick tock.
Behind the programme that I'm watching,one of classic stock.
The story goes back many years, an old favourite some would agree.
By an authoress named Daphne du Maurier and the tale of Manderley.
For me the story takes me back to my childhood days.
When my Dad would read a chapter or two,to still my boisterous ways.
How calm and so relaxing that story was to my young mind.
For I'm sure I never understood it,but Dads voice was soft and kind.
Then very soon myself relaxed, would be off to find a book,
One that I could read myself, a story that had me hooked.
Lying on my bed, tummy down, feet in the air.
Away I went to my own land,for the story took me there.
Then all too soon Mum would come and say it's nearly time for tea.
"Go wash your hands and wipe your face, if the book will set you free."
I would lie the book on the bedside cabinet,just beside my clock.
Whose gentle sound sent me to sleep with the lull of it's tick tock.
Copyright Annemari (C) 27th April 2009
Here today and gone tomorrow.
"Go out in the garden and play.
It's lovely and fresh outside.
Your brothers are out there see,
I'm sure they'll give you a ride.
Oh don't take on like that,
No,of course you can't ride your bike.
The snow is as thick as can be.
So,build a snowman,that's better,you'll see.
Now,stop it and don't be a cissy,
If you run around you quickly will be warm.
And if you ate up all of your puddings,
Why,you'd soon have some 'meat' on your form."
These words they echo in my head,
From my mum,way back in my childhood,
But I hated the snow,the cold and the wet,
Yet,it was something she never understood.
My feet they would freeze,my fingers turned white,
Yet still I was sent outside.
I grew up hating the winter-time,
And dreaded when snow was in sight.
Then this morning as I looked out from the bedroom,
My heart it fell,right down into my boots.
The snow had fallen hard over-night.
And covered up all the green shoots.
I stayed inside right by the fire,
All cosy and warm as could be.
But when I looked out of the window again.
My face fell at what I could see.
"What is it,love?" my OH said.
As I got up out of my chair.
"It's wrong for us to be inside" I replied.
"You know we should be out there.
My OH he came and stood by my side,
And said "Yes,let's do what we can"
So we put on our gloves,hats and boots.
And into the snow we ran.
We piled up the snow as high as could be,
Using spades,and buckets and pans.
And the cold was ignored,old memories pushed back.
As we helped GS build his first snowman.
In triumph he stood,his little face red.
From the chill that hung hard in the air.
"Grannie and Grandad,what a brilliant day.
I'm so glad that you both were there"
So into the kitchen,I quickly did trot.
And made us all a mug of hot chocolate.
OH, he got ready with his new camera,
And took pictures so the day's not forgot.
So,if like me,you ever should feel,
That some part of your past should stay away,
Just think of the experience that we have all had.
It's how memories are made and will stay.
Copyright Annemari(C)May 1st 2009
Did you see the little girl skipping down the street?
Dressed in her Sunday best with a puppy at her feet.
Did you see the young lad with a football in his arm?
Off up to the 'reccy', where he can do no harm.
Did you see that young couple strolling hand in hand?
Her face lit up as she smiles at him and they make
their future plans.
Did you see the old man sitting in the park?
Not wanting to return home until the light has dimmed to dark.
Did you see the policeman as he walked about his beat?
All dressed in black and looking smart from his head down to his feet.
Then you've looked in your memory bank at the way life used to be.
When everyone felt safe in each others company.
Gone are the days of skipping girls, and boys with their footballs.
Of courting couples looking sweet, and elderly folk who like to talk.
That tall young policeman is also a person in the past.
The only time you see him now is when he's driving very fast.
'They' say it's the age of progress as time goes marching on and on.
Skipping girls and football boys, courting couples have all gone.
Replaced by fighting in the streets, and schools who find it hard to cope.
It's time to find the 'Dunkirk' spirit, we must not give up hope.
Copyright Annemari (C) April 22nd 2009
Memories through a book
So gently I hear the clock on the mantle shelf tick tock.
Behind the programme that I'm watching,one of classic stock.
The story goes back many years, an old favourite some would agree.
By an authoress named Daphne du Maurier and the tale of Manderley.
For me the story takes me back to my childhood days.
When my Dad would read a chapter or two,to still my boisterous ways.
How calm and so relaxing that story was to my young mind.
For I'm sure I never understood it,but Dads voice was soft and kind.
Then very soon myself relaxed, would be off to find a book,
One that I could read myself, a story that had me hooked.
Lying on my bed, tummy down, feet in the air.
Away I went to my own land,for the story took me there.
Then all too soon Mum would come and say it's nearly time for tea.
"Go wash your hands and wipe your face, if the book will set you free."
I would lie the book on the bedside cabinet,just beside my clock.
Whose gentle sound sent me to sleep with the lull of it's tick tock.
Copyright Annemari (C) 27th April 2009
Here today and gone tomorrow.
"Go out in the garden and play.
It's lovely and fresh outside.
Your brothers are out there see,
I'm sure they'll give you a ride.
Oh don't take on like that,
No,of course you can't ride your bike.
The snow is as thick as can be.
So,build a snowman,that's better,you'll see.
Now,stop it and don't be a cissy,
If you run around you quickly will be warm.
And if you ate up all of your puddings,
Why,you'd soon have some 'meat' on your form."
These words they echo in my head,
From my mum,way back in my childhood,
But I hated the snow,the cold and the wet,
Yet,it was something she never understood.
My feet they would freeze,my fingers turned white,
Yet still I was sent outside.
I grew up hating the winter-time,
And dreaded when snow was in sight.
Then this morning as I looked out from the bedroom,
My heart it fell,right down into my boots.
The snow had fallen hard over-night.
And covered up all the green shoots.
I stayed inside right by the fire,
All cosy and warm as could be.
But when I looked out of the window again.
My face fell at what I could see.
"What is it,love?" my OH said.
As I got up out of my chair.
"It's wrong for us to be inside" I replied.
"You know we should be out there.
My OH he came and stood by my side,
And said "Yes,let's do what we can"
So we put on our gloves,hats and boots.
And into the snow we ran.
We piled up the snow as high as could be,
Using spades,and buckets and pans.
And the cold was ignored,old memories pushed back.
As we helped GS build his first snowman.
In triumph he stood,his little face red.
From the chill that hung hard in the air.
"Grannie and Grandad,what a brilliant day.
I'm so glad that you both were there"
So into the kitchen,I quickly did trot.
And made us all a mug of hot chocolate.
OH, he got ready with his new camera,
And took pictures so the day's not forgot.
So,if like me,you ever should feel,
That some part of your past should stay away,
Just think of the experience that we have all had.
It's how memories are made and will stay.
Copyright Annemari(C)May 1st 2009
Monday, 16 January 2012
New Year Resolutions
New Year Resolutions
So many things to do this year.
Now that 2011 has come.
I've made a list of resolutions.
Though I know I've broken one.
You see, I tend to stay up late.
Which isn't very good.
For when the morning comes around.
I feel like a lump of wood.
Yet writing is my hobby.
Though not always words of rhyme.
I like to fit a story in,
When I have a bit of time.
But these words they fail to come to me.
Until the end of day.
When I can sit alone with my thoughts.
Then transfer them to my laptop straight away.
I think this 'resolution' is best confined to the lower ranks.
And join the list of others tried, and give it my hearty 'thanks'
For if I'm to write again once more, the way it comes to me.
I need to see the midnight sky, and let my thoughts roam free.
Copyright Annemari (C) 9th January 2011_________________
So many things to do this year.
Now that 2011 has come.
I've made a list of resolutions.
Though I know I've broken one.
You see, I tend to stay up late.
Which isn't very good.
For when the morning comes around.
I feel like a lump of wood.
Yet writing is my hobby.
Though not always words of rhyme.
I like to fit a story in,
When I have a bit of time.
But these words they fail to come to me.
Until the end of day.
When I can sit alone with my thoughts.
Then transfer them to my laptop straight away.
I think this 'resolution' is best confined to the lower ranks.
And join the list of others tried, and give it my hearty 'thanks'
For if I'm to write again once more, the way it comes to me.
I need to see the midnight sky, and let my thoughts roam free.
Copyright Annemari (C) 9th January 2011_________________
Sunday, 15 January 2012
A poem by me from 2010
Come take a walk.
Come take a walk with me.
Down by the babbling brook.
Come take a walk with me.
Stand awhile and look.
See the ripples passing by.
Just like all the months and years.
Is your memory a happy one?
Or are you filled with tears?
Think of all that has gone before.
Be positive in your thoughts.
What's done is done and is no more.
It's now you may need to change.
Come take a walk with me.
I'll help you to find a different way.
Your inner strength will lead you on.
With small steps that get bigger every day.
Copyright Annemari(C) 29th August 2010
Come take a walk with me.
Down by the babbling brook.
Come take a walk with me.
Stand awhile and look.
See the ripples passing by.
Just like all the months and years.
Is your memory a happy one?
Or are you filled with tears?
Think of all that has gone before.
Be positive in your thoughts.
What's done is done and is no more.
It's now you may need to change.
Come take a walk with me.
I'll help you to find a different way.
Your inner strength will lead you on.
With small steps that get bigger every day.
Copyright Annemari(C) 29th August 2010
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)