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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GETTING OLDER! A poem of sorts by Ann Wilson

GETTING OLDER!




 

As I'm getting older,

my thirst for knowledge grows.

Why does the world keep turning

and who invented pantie-hose?

Things that never bothered me

are bothering me now.

Should I still be eating meat

if I feel sorry for the cow?

Global warming worries me

but doesn't stop me sleeping.

I keep trying to recycle things

but can't remember what's for keeping.

Obsessions with my body parts

take me over without warning.

My sluggish bowel and colon

feel the need for prunes each morning.

Keeping slim is such a chore

when you're a chocoholic.

Making love is cumbersome

if you're too fat to frolic!

When I go into a shop nowadays,

the staff look less than twelve.

Why is the thing you need the most

perched on the highest shelf?

I refuse to let my hair go grey,

and try to keep it blondish fair.

Fancy a tiger tattooed on each thigh

if only I would dare.

(and the pain of it could bear)

Maybe as the years go by,

I'm slightly batty and much bolder.

I'll have that tiger on each thigh

and a cub on either shoulder.

I could lounge in bed all day,

play rock music through the night

Go out without my knickers on.

Lose my teeth and look a fright.

But until then I'd better stay

'Mrs Dependable' and good.

Rather looking forward to old age

and not doing things I should!

MY FATHER a poem by Ann Wilson

My father, he was strict, like many fathers of his day,
I didn't always agree, with the things he had to say.
Though when I was much older, his words seemed very true.
And I tried to be the person that I know he'd want me to.

He taught me to be honest, never steal and not to lie.
Sometimes I rebelled and I know it made him cry.
Then when I was married and had a family of my own
He never lived to see my children grow and I felt so alone.

I will always miss him and wish we'd spoken a little more
But I know he'll always be the dad, I admire and still adore.
For he's right here in my heart, with my dearest mother too.
And I feel their presence guiding me in everything I do.


R.I.P Geoffrey T.G. Wilson 1913 - 1972

RAIN, GO AWAY!

RAIN, GO AWAY!

More rain is forecast, I've been told.

I'm feeling lousy, got a cold.

I'm coughing till my face is red.

Think I should be in my bed.

That is where I want to be,

With a lovely mug of tea.

I'm a native of this town.

It looks as if we all may drown!

Nanna says she wants an ark

Let's help her build it for a lark.

We must start, right now, today.

Before we all get washed away!

I suppose it's soggy everywhere

and Bedford town has had its share.

But enoughs, enough, where is the summer?

It looks as if its done a runner.

So if “You're from Bedford” hope and pray.

That sunny days are on their way.