Saturday, 30 October 2021

THE VALLEY

 POEM FROM THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT RHYMER

Wild flowers grow in the tall waving grass

Nature at its finest. Featuring the colours 

Of the rainbow in a crown of splendour

Intermingling with the choir of birds

 

All under a clear blue sky of

Such brightness and brilliance

As to blind one’s eyes with

Beauty, and alert the mind

 

Where hazy mounds surround

And protect, and meandering streams

Wind hither and thither feeding the

Land with moisture, replenishing life

 

Grazing cattle and horses enjoy 

The abundance, while a passing deer 

Intermingles for a short while

And no one minds the company

 

Jagged rocks line the streams 

And birds of that nature take

The opportunity to build nests

Where safety is mostly guaranteed

 

All is peaceful under a rising sun, a new

Day has begun. The bees, busy as usual

The butterflies happy to be alive. The richness

Of the land, only some will understand

 

Friday, 29 October 2021

STUFF IN THE WORKS

TWO NEW BOOKS THAT ARE VYING FOR MY ATTENTION. HMM, WHICH WILL I FINISH FIRST?

Saturday, 13 May 2017

TRAIN TRACK BLUES

I've been writing poems for a long time. This one is from a new poetry book that is in the planning stages. All poems will be about trains. 


TRAIN TRACK BLUES

They’re ripping up the train tracks
A sad sight to see
The time has come, they say
And many do agree


But some people are upset for sure
They’re trying to resist
Marching, chanting
Hoping the train can still exist


We don’t need those nasty trains
We’ve got big trucks
And modern highways
The train has had its day


Reporters gather,
Watching the show
Writing frantically
About what they know


The photographers are busy
Snapping photos of the mess
Some people watch what’s going on
While others are quite invested


I saw a girl quite upset
She stood beside the tracks
A policeman ventured over
And nudged her to go back


She looked at him but didn’t move
With resistance on her face
He walked away when someone else
Became a better prey


The train rode to the station
For the very last time
The people gathered round
They formed a long, sad line


A commotion started at the front
I walked with others to observe
The same policeman bent over
The same defiant girl


But this time he couldn’t move her
She lay there on her back
He called for backup because she had
Chained herself to the track


Before long they removed her
And the crowd dispersed that day
The last train to the station

A ghost of yesterday