A Teddy’s Life
In the Old Curiosity Shop
At the end of the street
Way back in a corner
Looking very discreet
Lies a battered old Teddy Bear
With well worn hands and feet
His ears are torn and ragged
But he would be nice to meet
He’s been around for many a year
Through two wars at least or more
Now needs a new home, so as to rest
To stop him looking so poor
In 1900 he was picked up and bought
By a boy in old London town
Looking so new, his glass eyes shone
Looking so happy, without a frown
A lovely colour brown, with a nice fluffy coat
A really cuddly looking toy was he
But he was treated so badly, straight from the off
It now obviously shows you see
Kicked and battered right from the start
Not a very good life for a teddy bear
That’s why he looked so miserable and down in the dumps
It’s down to all that bad wear and tear
Thrown out some years later
With the jumble for the church
Bought by a nice young lady
Who had been left in the lurch
She nursed him back to health again
Brought back his nice red coat
Sat him in her front room window
So that she could gloat
At having such a lovely Teddy Bear
But the feeling didn’t last too long
Before, he was on the move again
This time sold for a song
A soldier bought him for good luck
Who was off to fight in the war
So in the trenches he did go
In with all the blood and gore
His master killed, not long after
So buried up to his neck in mud and slime
It’s as though his time was running out
Even though teddy was in his prime
For many years well hidden away
Out in a field in France
Dug up by a farmer clearing his field
By now he must have been in a trance
Taken home and treated well
The farmer’s wife was a saint
Cleaned him, preened him and patched him up again
By now he again looked quite quaint
In world war two he was on the move
With the army on the Rhine
Fell off a cart then and found again
A British soldier said now your mine
Taken back to Blighty
The feeling of being wanted was intense
But three children squabbled, pulled him about
The damage again was immense
Thrown out again, so here he is
Awaiting his final fate
So if you pass the shop today
Go on; buy him before it’s too late.
Over the Hill
Over the hill and far away
Just like stars, forever and a day
Clouds pass by, overhead
Bypassing the Sun so bright, so Red
The pathway winds its merry way
Over Hill and Dale, just nature’s way
Of taking you to a place where you may not have been
To see things you may have never seen
The Flowers bloom in the Spring-time air
Bringing colour everywhere
The Birds are singing their early morning song
They chirp and chatter all day long
They help to bring the morning into fruition
A peaceful tranquillity brought to submission
In the distance many miles afar
As you wander you may wonder, where you are
Are you lost or just misplaced
Or like the landscape, easily traced
An adventure to be enjoyed in this wondrous place
As earth discloses her morning face
The Grass grows in a melancholy way
Bends in the breeze, everyday
When the Wind howls like a creature from the dark
It disturbs both the Wren and the Lark
Both nesting in the sweet smelling grass
Who become frightened when you pass?
We sometimes wonder what’s over the hill
So silent so quiet, so very still
To wander aimlessly is the want
Enjoying every Tree, Creature or living Plant
When the rains come so does the mist
In early morning the earth is gently kissed
Into life, as the Dew glistens all around
Like a sea of ebbing grass lying on the ground
To walk this path like many times before
A walk I really do adore