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I DON'T BELIEVE IN FAIRIES
One cold and misty winter's day I walked my dog down a woodland way,
The air was still not even a breeze to make a sound or rustle leaves,
Then my heart missed a beat at a strange creature we did meet
The dog she stopped and stared, her eyes were wide fixed and glared,
Then her head darted too and fro following the creature flying low
At first I couldn't see, it moved far too fast for me,
Round and round and figure of eight flying low at a terrific rate
Just for a second it hovered still and then flew away at its own free will
Through the trees like silver quick faster than a rocket ship.
Standing there stunned and shocked my believes had been rocked
For when the creature hovered low, I had seen, and now I know.
I don't believe in Fairies ?
I don't believe in Fairies. ?


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"Have you news of my boy Jack?"
Not this tide.
"When d'you think that he'll come back?"
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

"Has any one else had word of him?"
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

"Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?"
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind —
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.

Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!
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Upon a golden sunshine morning little cloud white came a calling
The sun said he, who are you to me to spoil my golden liberty ? The cloud replied don't mind me,I'm only wee, and here to keep you company.




Amid the winter frost and snow
Butterflies danced upon a breeze and silent whispers ran through the trees.
Woodland birds did sing praise. "Hail the summer golden days".
Now with winter ice and snow giving us all an Arctic show.
And down among the fields of snow still lives a summer on hold to go.
Slow is time in winters grip, March awaits to complete that trip.
Spring arrives for all to see, how wonderful this world can be.
A summer that lived, and lived in me will live again for all to see.




THE CHASE

The young Springbok he leaps and proudly prances unaware of close circumstances,
For in the tall grass only yards away hungry eyes scan the prey.
Like silk the Lioness she moves, silent and low, ready to go,
With every muscle and every ounce, she makes her moves ready to pounce.
The Springbok stops and smells the air, still so blissfully unaware,
Further on further on Lioness she probes, then into action she explodes
With flash of teeth and deadly claws in for the kill the Lioness roars,
Springbok is taken by surprise but into the bush the Springbok flies
Close behind and at full pace the Lioness leaps to end the chase,
Springbok he quickens, moves left then right narrowly avoiding a deadly bite.
Hunter and hunted gasp for breath in this deadly dance of life or death.
With eyes fixed wide, and filled with terror, the Springbok slips and makes an error
The Lioness she sees, but misses the prey, she stumbles and falls and loses the day
With a flick of his tail a leap and a prance the young Springbok escaped from the deathly dance
Back to the heard he proudly prances all too aware of circumstances.


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I love nature and the natural world ! Butterflies are a particular favourite
Life Isn't About How To Survive The Storm, But How To Dance In The Rain~ from song in the wind !!