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Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now) V2

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The lowering sun dipped and bade a sad farewell, Dragged golden rays into mournful slumber, Reluctantly it slid behind a band of grey, That sat atop the winter horizon. Translucent view through crystal eyes believed, The whipping wind enticed a flow of tears, Rather than happy recollections of long lost years. A view once shared and stories told, Now isolation presses down upon a soul, Recalling warmth and smiles and laughter, As memories pour down from wide open skies, Memories at the five bar gate. * The Five Bar Gate Series * Continue reading Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now) V2

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A New Way Of Life – Day 15

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Creativity runs in the family…. A number of years ago I agreed to write a series of poems. That series has never got any further than rough notes and a very loose plan. The plan had been to pen around twenty short poems, perhaps more accurately described as verses, to fill a small book that my mum had made. I have always thought that my own creativity has been passed on to me by mum, although I will never be as talented as she is. Over the years, she has tried her hand at so many different arts and crafts; … Continue reading A New Way Of Life – Day 15

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Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now)

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The lowering sun bid a sad farewell, Reluctantly slipping behind a band of grey that sat upon the winter horizon, Wrapped against the late afternoon chill, He fooled himself, Pretended that the tears were a watering, A result of the whipping wind against his face, But tears they were, Real and sad, Lonely droplets wiped away by a gloved hand. The wide view, Across the field was different, No longer shared as he leaned in isolation, Recalling the warmth of fond memories, Memories at the five bar gate. * The Five Bar Gate Series * Continue reading Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now)

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A New Way Of Life – Day 13

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The Whisper on the Breeze Across the fields of her mind, To a sanctuary lost and never found, To a place beyond a green horizon, To a place where a summer breeze, Spoke words of calm, Of tranquillity, Of hope for pastures new. She lay in a field of green, Splayed and facing blue, The whispering breeze danced amongst the blades, The blades danced with freedom, As she whispered back, ‘Take me with you, To pastures new.’ She felt the breeze brush contours smooth, Cooling with sensations divine, Feeling at one with nature’s delight, Maybe this was her pasture new. Continue reading A New Way Of Life – Day 13