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Perfection falls from the skies

As spring finally arrives

The daffodils in the garden

With heads once bowed

Now stand to attention to greet the sun

All around us new life has begun

The house begins to come alive as roof slates

Moan and groan as they begin to stir

With the suns heat

And in the street

Children laugh and play

For they have woken to a sunny day

Spring has arrived

And just for today lets us all smile

In appreciation

As the spring has awoken from it’s hibernation

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Raindrops …


It rained this morning

As I was going to work

Stuck in traffic

I sat stationery as the raindrops fell

On the windscreen

Wipers frantically going back and forth

But as each droplet hit the screen

It made a perfect circle

Some circles interlocked

As if the heavens merged them intentionally

Sometimes we need the rain

And traffic jams

How else would we know

That from grey skies

Falls perfection

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Winter sands


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As autumn arrives

And winter is not far behind 

The beach becomes a void

Of the throngs of families

Who came in their droves

To frolic and dance on the vast yellow shores

That now lie deserted, abandoned

No more castles will be built until the spring

Yet there is beauty in these unspoilt sands

That makes us walk for miles until we reach the beaches end

And we come to the Bay


The waves crash harder against the rocks on the Bay

As we wrap up in thick winter coats to keep the winds from biting

As the tides drive the sea further than it has flowed all year

And the winter sand stings

Rock pools drown in the ebbing tides

And boats are neatly moored in the quayside

And apart from the gulls cry,hungry for food

That’s no longer there to steal

The silence is overwhelming

The greyness of the skies blend into the greyness of the ocean

The shore has been reclaimed

And ours are the only foot prints to be seen along the shore

This is the time I love to go beach walking with you

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People across the world have tears flowing from their eyes

Each tiny droplet lands creating puddles as they fall

Each puddle builds into streams

Constantly growing as it moves and flows

Into the rivers and across the seas they go


This is the life force that we need in order to survive

This colourless, odourless liquid that is clear to the naked eye


The mysterious fluid which separates lands

And holds the people to ransom within its hands

The course of its fluidity, so gentle and yet

So extreme, can be our saviour and then

In an instant be our destruction


This is the life force that we need in order to survive

This colourless, odourless liquid that is clear to the naked eye


Each river and ocean that holds life within its depth

Each tidal wave that sculptures the earths surfaces to dramatic effects


This is the life force that we need in order to survive

This colourless, odourless liquid that is clear to the naked eye



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Croeso, to my home

croesoDriving from England towards Cymru

we leave our little suburb

and rows of shoe boxes for homes all tightly packed,

passed  the  polluted spew pouring from the factory chimneys and graffiti walls

It’s as if we leave the darkness behind

and follow our journey into the sun

an hour goes and already my heart races with joy

for I am back home where my ancestors were born,

where they grew

The air changes , all you can breathe and we do

we the breathe in  green valleys and hills ; the land ,

cultivated waiting to be sown

the landscape changes so fast before our eyes

this time of year there are  remnant’s of winter still lying  on the ground

like white lines of coke ready to snort

but there are signs of spring everywhere to be seen

yellow daffodils line up and bow as if to greet you home

lambs with their mothers breaking  the blanket of green,

and then further along our journey along the coast

turrets in the sides of hills we are there

the sea blue green ,and golden sands

embedded with footprints of beach walkers who have gone before

then the harbour with boats tied in line

and of course there’s our Angel Bay and its shore,

she’s been waiting for our return

This is Wales, land of my heritage ,

this is the home  of my father ,

and this is the land of my grandmother

and this will always be home to me.

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