HOLIDAY BY THE SEA. by Ann Wilson

HOLIDAY BY THE SEA


I do love a holiday by the sea,
for me it's the only place to be.
When I was young, it was buckets and spades.
As I grew up, bikini, suntan and shades.

Off to the beach, we all would meander,
Hoping to find some beautiful amber,
But all we found was shells and stones
Lots of seaweed and old fish bones.

Then I married and my family grew,
We'd go on a day trip to the zoo.
But my favourite place just had to be.
In a caravan at Hemsby, by the sea.

Those days were happy, my kids were small.
It seemed we had no worries at all.
Trips on the broads, a windmill to climb
Simple pleasures to pass the time.

Now when I look back on those happy days
Life was so simple in many ways.
A little money went a long way.
and a knickerbocker glory made our day!

Rosie relaxing.

PRECIOUS TIME A poem by Ann Wilson

PRECIOUS TIME.


Each day is new
It's like no other.
It may rain
Just run for cover.

Each hour is new
Live for that time
No moment wasted
Live, sublime!

Each minute is new
Take time to smile
Forget your sadness
For a while.

Each second is new
I hear them ticking
Life choices here
Just for the picking.

THE DONKEY by G K Chesterton

This is not written by me I hasten to add, but it's one of my all time favourites by G K Chesterton.



THE DONKEY

When fishes flew and forests walked   

   And figs grew upon thorn,   

Some moment when the moon was blood   

   Then surely I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening cry

   And ears like errant wings,   

The devil’s walking parody   

   On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,

   Of ancient crooked will;

Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,   

   I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;

   One far fierce hour and sweet:   

There was a shout about my ears,

   And palms before my feet. 

BY G K CHESTERTON

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