FOREVER FRIENDS. A poem by Ann Wilson

He sweetly scampers across my bed,
such a welcome visitor on my wall.
In so many nooks and crannies,
my friendly spider likes to crawl.

Sometimes I'll find him in my shoe,
or he'll be snuggling in my bath.
It's his way of saying "how do ya do?"
He makes me happy, makes me laugh.

He'll be lurking round the U-bend,
just as I sit down on my loo.
But as I said before, my friend,
he's only saying "how do ya do?"

This beautiful, hairy creature,
he just wants to share my home.
And with his extended family,
I know I'll never be alone.

So if you find a hairy spider

Please just let him be.

He'll catch those nasty, buzzing  flies 

And eat them for his tea!

PENSIONER'S RANT a poem by Ann Wilson

Yes, we're much older,
but we still have our sense.
We're not all senile,
with double incontinence.

We're not completely batty,
or going round the bend.
Or sit looking gloomy,
waiting for the end.

There's a multitude of things,
that we aspire to do.
Have ideals and ambitions,
just like the rest of you.

We're not all frail and feeble,
though well past our prime.
It's just inconvenient,
we can't halt time.

We're not all decrepit,
most of us don't smell.
We're not all deaf yet,
so please don't yell.

And don't you dare suggest,
we're devoid of passion.
'cause we've all lived and loved
and had more than our ration.

We don't moan continually
and hate all the young.
Even though we sometimes,
have to bite our tongue...

When we remember our youth,
that's now in the past
and wish the pace of life
was not so flipping fast.

We need a little tolerance
and we want your patience.
Don't want to be dismissed
as useless, old ancients.

A little more respect
would go a long way.
To quote another cliché;
it would make our day.

Getting older, we believe,
is not yet a crime.
Old age will come creeping,
to you all, in time.

SPRING TIME AGAIN an acrostic poem by Ann Wilson

Spring is coming, she's on her way,
Peeping crocuses will brighten the day.
Robins will sing their song anew.
In fields and in our gardens too.
Nights are lighter and mornings bright
Going soon is the dark early night.

Tulips and daffodils will soon be in flower
In pretty clumps of bright regal power.
My thoughts are full of hope this Spring
Each day to us all, some joy will bring.

As the days pass, I feel more alive
Given some sun, we all will thrive.
As the season fades, making way for the new
I wish lots of luck and good health to you.
Now and forever in all that you do!

SPRING MORNING, a poem by Ann Wilson

In the quiet of early morning

when the air is fresh and clean.

A magical day is dawning

now Spring has set the scene.

Fresh green buds are bursting

through the bareness of the trees.

Daffodils are gently nodding,

in the early morning breeze.

Yellow crocuses are peeping out

to greet the morning light.

Shy violets and pansies

try keeping out of sight.

As Springtime greets the Summer

and the freshness turns to heat.

How I miss the cool green mornings,

Spring season days are fleet.

Tablet saga!

I had to send the faulty tablet back as it only worked when it felt like it which wasn't often. They have replaced it with an upgrade, which seems to be fine, touch wood!

Tablet overdose!!!

I bought one of those tablets from eBay, a refurbished one and as I previously stated on my FB page,it wouldn't work, so I fiddled about with it and reset it and it worked for a while letting me download lots of apps. Now the bloody thing has decided it won't take anymore apps and says it's short on space although the settings tell me there is plenty, it really doesn't make sense.  I will send it back on Monday as I'm fed up with it, but I expect you do only get what you pay for!  At the moment it's rebooting itself which seems to take forever, but I don't hold out much hope that it will ever work properly.

 A lesson learned...

WAITING IN THE WINGS. A poem by Ann Wilson

Ready for the centre stage,
she's waiting in the wings.
Ready for the glory,
in the flowers that she brings.

Ready for the moment,
she can let her nature flow.
Ready for her debut,
that follows Winter's show.

Ready for a new start,
she gathers green together.
Ready to perform,
the drama of Spring weather.