Monday, 5 October 2015

A Step Change

Floods in France – cars washed away
The Riviera mourns today
Freak weather strikes we know not when
Catching out our weathermen!

This Indian summer: quite amazing
Shorts on trams are eyebrow-raising
Lunch in the park upon the grass
Blue skies untrammelled – no clouds pass.

There's still heat in the cobblestones
It's been too warm so no one moans
The October Marathon was run
On Sunday in the brilliant sun!

Today, however, all is grey
A change of mood is on the way
A low pressure front rolls in at last
Summer, fleeting, now is past!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Saturday, 3 October 2015

The Opening of "Train World"

In imposing red brick and white stone
Schaerbeek station looms in sight
Its car-on-train option well known;
Greet South of France in morning light!

With a “diving bell” atop its spire
And ticket office train display
Rail enthusiasts won't tire
Of whiling a few hours away.

“Train World” beckons through its doors
Track history it is hard to beat
Huge exhibition on three floors
King Philip opened it last week!

In 1835 they came
Steam engines billowed clouds of smoke
Travel would never be the same
In fifty years – no town remote!

Royal carriages decked out
With rare wood seats, electric light
Emblazoned features seen throughout
All mod cons - impressive sight.

Mobile hospital with bed
A parcel service next to none
Memorabilia – railway workmen's shed
Take the audio guide – it's fun!

From “Pays de Waes” in Thirty-Nine
To TEE and Eurostar
Now wired for laptops, saving time ...
Farewell the Age of Stream, Papa!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Opening on 24th September, 2015

Monday, 28 September 2015

The Book of Autumn

As the summer gently fades away
Glossy chestnuts join the fray
Winds blowing lightly swirl the leaves
And lofty branches shed their sleeves.

The sunshine lessens day by day
The cloak of night sweeps light away
A morning chill invades the air
Wrap up warmly – or beware!

The Book of Autumn has begun
Long walks with dogs and hunter's gun
Blackberries ripen on the briar
Fruit pies and crackling logs inspire.

The sun this year - benign and kind
A gift to artists – so well timed
Capturing Nature's rich increase
In this troubled world brings peace.

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Sunday, 27 September 2015

Thomas - at 20 Months Old

Little boys, however cute, still grow
As their energy begins to flow
In new directions once uncharted;
Thomas on long walks has started!

He strides, determined to explore
Nearly pulling Granny to the floor!
His strength, like his blonde hair, just grows
A mini Samson – and it shows!

He's edging closer to age two
Already there's much he can do
His personality appears
Yet blonde hair flops about his ears...

Clearly, something must be done
He needs a trim – and Dad's the one
To wield the scissors; now let's see
Whether a coiffeur he can be!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Friday, 25 September 2015

Clouds in my Coffee!

The cup was small, not on a tray
No biscuit tagged along today
Instead a rather nice surprise
Warm, heart-shaped froth caught eager eyes!

With style and flair – it seemed unplanned
The barista's instant sleight of hand
Was a tiny gesture, yet unique;
Corner café off a Sablon street.

We'd dashed in to avoid the rain
But a coffee break can entertain!
On a mundane Monday at midday
Miracles still come my way!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Wednesday, 23 September 2015

Pope Francis and Fidel Castro

The world is in a parlous state
There's so much violence, so much hate
Natural disasters, corporate greed
And insecurity; do we need

To fill our minds with such distress?
When often our lives are a mess...
We discussed this, a dear friend and I
And both agreed that we would try

To look for goodness in our lives
Yes,“thinking positively” survives!
Amid this chaos there is hope
It takes the form of the new Pope

Whose gentleness and common sense
Break through Cuba's last defence
Castro and Francis have a chat
Now THAT is news – the world steps back!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Monday, 21 September 2015

Getting Things into Perspective

It's far too easy to complain
And whingeing people are a pain
Yet I wonder what prompts them to see
The glass half-empty – it could be

Half-full if they'd look around
Life's much to offer and astound
But we don't know how others live
So we expect what they can't give.

Our colleagues, pressured, do their best
But deadlines loom – no time to rest
Work is non–stop - we're time-poor
Warning health signs we ignore...

Cell phones now have pride of place
But high tech has an ugly face
Common courtesy is dying
Just the very old and young are trying

To make sense of this sterile art;
Computers rule – the future's dark
No wonder some poor souls complain
Life's tough indeed in the fast lane!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015