What better way to find oneself
That by getting lost in the forest
Leaving all idle chatter behind
To seek solace at nature's breast
In the hush of that woodland scene
Birds and insects whisper in their nests
A stream a sweet lullaby will sing
And treetops dance at your behest
Now lay your head on mossy bank
Dreaming now of a peaceful world
For this is gift that God has given
Far more precious than an emerald
When you wake to the smiling sun
All your worldly cares will be gone
Take heart, hold fast, you're born anew
You've found yourself for you have won
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We love to gaze at the stars imagining worlds like ours so many million miles away but do you think that someone out there looks on us too?
Do they see this beautiful world and envy us our rich oceans teeming with life, our land covered with forests green and fertile land that produces all we need being watered by a sky filled with moisture?
They could see our sun just close enough to keep us warm and sustain us all so encourage the procreation of every living thing; what happier place could there be than this?
Or do they see oceans being clogged with chemicals and waste killing the living things that not only share our world but feed us too?
And do they see the forests felled and pollution from our greedy ways contaminating both the land, sea and the air we breathe as well as melting ice caps, homeless animals and species lost?
I can see them shake their heads in horror as the people on this earth will not stop fighting and killing each other and the world they live in and so tell their children "Yes, you can go there once the species called mankind is wiped out, only then will that planet be worth visiting".
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In days long gone
Treatment was harsh
Cane was handy
Teachers threw chalk at us
Keep you voice down!
Pay attention!
Speak up will you!
Come out here for the cane
"Don't" was the rule
Don't talk in class
Don't run inside
Don't start whining now
There were good bits
When the bell rang
Playing football
Walking home with friends
Our Art mistress
Sat at her desk
Sucking cough sweets
And didn't move her butt
Except to search
For her purse or
her handkerchief
In her undergarments
Taught us nothing
Draw that vase here
Now sketch some trees
She finally retired
Young temp came in
Smile on her face
Gathered us round
And talked to each of us
Gave us a task
Then as we worked
Walked round and spoke
To encourage us all
We all liked her
I felt special
Might even be
An artist just like her
...and I was
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I met her in a bar
We dated once or twice
Took her to the flicks
She really was quite nice
I liked her perky smile
Grinning from ear to ear
She had oddball humour
And really was a dear
Love is a fickle thing
Blows away on the breeze
I'd asked her to marry
As I was on my knees
She sadly shook her head
For that was not to be
Her dad was a notable
So that was the end of me
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1. The camp fire blazing
Smoke swirling in the night sky
Sausages sizzling
2. Orange vegetables
Much better than green cabbage
I'm partial to them
3. Shuffling down the aisle
He's the smallest of grooms
Mary's married now
4. Ma turns the doorknob
Must swallow the medicine
Crackle in my throat
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I leaned over the side
Of the old canal barge
My face was reflected
With the billowing clouds
Foam from the rudders blade
Was strung out behind us
Now we were slowing down
As we approached the lock
I could see the carp now
Their fins were emerging
I felt a wisp of Sue's hair
As she leaned over me
She touched my shoulder
Her grin reflected below
I'll kiss her at the bridge
Hope her dad won't notice
Normally observant
He watched me like a hawk
But his concern now was
For this boatload of grain
The light filtered away
I spun around quickly
Kissing her sweet lips
Good, she was not surprised
She held on tight to me
We parted as it lightened
I turned round and looked back
His eyes were on me now
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If there's one person
Who gets up my nose
It is surely one
Who is bellicose
Just what does it take
To make friends with all
Oh for heavens sake
Don't get in a bind
Just try to be kind
Getting mad is bad
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