Tuesday, 21 February 2017

Out of Sight, not Out of Mind!

I hugged him tight then waved my hand
But perhaps he did not understand
The airport trip meant fond farewell;
Dragging my suitcase I could tell

My departure into deep blue skies
Would come perhaps as a surprise
The distance vast - by him unknown
Reduced to chats on screen, by 'phone...

Though I did not see him every day
My presence meant fun games to play
We've bonded - family links abound
He was happy when I was around.

So two weeks down the track it came
Puzzled, Thomas called my name
Where had I gone? Auntie in bliss
How wonderful to be so missed!

(c) Poet in the woods 2017


Monday, 20 February 2017

Braving the Chill

On this winter's day the light is pale
Mulched up leaves leave soggy trail
Neighbours' dogs have left their mark
On the outside pavement – in the dark...

Criss-cross branches gently sway
Fledgling birds now forge their way
Over murky puddles in my street
A chill wind blows – the view is bleak.

My much-loved boots are down at heel
In a way, they look much as I feel
Worn out in the cold and wet
Showing sure signs of neglect!

Winter drags its feet for sure
So a walk is called for to explore
The woodland just behind my home
A quiet escape – without my 'phone...

(c) Poet in the woods 2017



Thursday, 16 February 2017

A Smart Move

When it's warm and sunny – my heart sings
The sun's a spur to “go do” things
Belgium's blue skies are quite rare
So time to act – rise off my chair!

I think of those condemned to sit
For hours each day; they cannot quit
Their I.T. screens or databases
It's a stagnant life when no blood races …

A health risk - all this sitting still
Doctors warn us there's no pill
To compensate for static pose
Sport is the answer, Heavens knows!

Yes, the human body needs to move
Death threatens those stuck in a groove
So I give myself a special treat
A midday walk in sun-drenched street!

(c) Poet in the woods 2017



Tuesday, 14 February 2017

Tiredness Pique!

Jet-lag shakes me to the core
At dawn I'm three hours up and more
Not hungry lunchtime - want to snooze
My brain and body all confused.

With a big suitcase to unpack
My 'get-up-and-go' is flat
A washing pile is soon outspread
Christmas cards remain unread ...

Some bills to pay but they can wait;
The fridge is in a sorry state:
Some frozen items, a few tins
But no fresh veg for evening dins!

Listless, I go out and shop
Fatigue defeats me – I must stop
Yet I'm startled by a ringing phone
Peace shattered - someone knows I'm home...

An invitation or a tour?
Or a friend who wants to know the score?
Two months' absence take their toll
Though tired - let the good times roll!

(c) Poet in the woods 2017



Monday, 6 February 2017

Thomas hits the Heights

The learning curve my nephew reaches
Is marvellous – it leaves me speechless
He’s barely three, yet mind and word
Form dialogues – my muse is stirred…

He’s fearless – with his water wings
He jumps right in the pool – and swims!
He has no fear and that is great
Watch him climb out at rapid rate!

He knows his mind and may refuse
To tow the line; he picks up clues
Facial expressions he can read
Intriguingly, he’s up to speed!

Though he scatters toys when he’s at play
He’s learned to put them all away
When bedtime comes, He does not fight
Quick story read - then switched off light!

Thomas’s smile rewards his Dad
Who gazes fondly at his lad
Such happiness from one so small
Means this family has a ball!

(c) Poet in the woods 2017


Sunday, 5 February 2017

Love What you Do

“Love what you do”, it seems to me
Is such a great philosophy
I saw this sign in Queensland store
When with a friend, not far from shore.

It struck me like the sparkling sun
As a great way one’s own life to run
But how many of us reach this goal
And pour balm on our troubled soul?

In the quest for status and prestige
Strong but worthless aims besiege
Our lives - our bolt falls short
Stress and greed make us distraught.

Being of a philosophic turn,
Fun in my job beats what I earn
The taxman takes a modest cut
But this guide is never in a rut.

Updating tours with new research
Means I’m serene upon my perch
“Doing what I love”, a lifestyle choice:
How can I therefore not rejoice?

(c) Poet in the woods 2017


Thursday, 2 February 2017

True Craftsmanship

What a joy to knit or stitch and sew
And have some “craft work” on the go.
These ladies meet in spacious hall
Bursting with talent – one and all!

A basketful of knitted bears
Proof positive that someone cares
While patchwork squares make bags unique
And table mats go down a treat!

A bag of orphan woollen skeins
Are on offer if you take the pains
To create a toy or coloured gloves
For distant, needy little loves.

Neat stitches, all learned at a class
Appear on linen as I pass
These nimble fingers have such skill
That watching them gives me a thrill!

(c) Poet in the woods 2017