So who's your friend

Hello like you to meet my friend
he's a little shy
oh so you heard me talk of him
no no he's not always around just comes along for the ride
what you've never seen him by my side
well I never did
he's always in disguise
If you could see him I would be surprised
because he's my friend
and he lives in side my head

AM I UGLY . WELL I'M GOING TO THE BALL.

are you caring enough to care

See the clouds go sailing by the sun breaking through now and then
Oh what joy as children play on swings roundabouts and slides
Flowers beds bloom grass grows green the trees stand tall with pride Hear the birds sing away from the traffic noise the park is the place to be
Places of wonder and nature in town and cities across the land
But not so far away behind the the shops and superstores and
even garden sheds we leave our rubbish that can't be taken away
The rotten food two days out of date plastic bottles bags and a very low care rate
For years we've been killing nature by our misdeeds
So look long and hard because your about to leave by choking
on the deadly carbon you produce abundantly enough to leave you stone cold dead
And the children without any legacies .

SO SO BUSY all this eating

GENTLE FRIEND

Take my hand come see this
Look over there
Did you not see
But your standing here with me
How could you not see
Well maybe next time
While you stand and hold my hand
We will feel the breeze
But the wind we will never see

Spider Cottage

Through the door I can not see
The solid oak prevents me
I turn the key in the lock and slide the bolts across
Pulling hard as I grasp the fluted brass knob
An extra tug to free it from the frame
Swollen by last nights rain
Rays of sunlight pouring in Adjusting my eyes to the light
Behold the wonders there Spider webs abound glisten and dance around
As the rush of air passes through
Be careful not to rush take in the view
Garden looks so very new after the rain and morning dew
The spiders who made the webs lives here too
I watch them spin their webs then hide in the mortar around the frame
While some take to the flower bed and pastures new

Golden sunsets

bi

moon

Standing on a hill in the dead of night
looking up at the moon so silvery white and clean
reflecting all that light for all to see
you look so peaceful drifting across the sky
slowly I turn from your glare.

To stare down from the hill turning slowly your
light encases my shadow and unshaded leaves quiver within
the strays of light

Ahead of me the orange glow from the town below pierces the dark
I feel the disease of human activity
one day men will come to you with machines
to pillage your minerals and than they will export the rubbish
from here to you and your reflected light will be no more.

when I was young !!!