Sea of Dreams
As my thoughts just pass me by
I sometimes sit and wonder why
My dreams just seem to come and go
From whence they came, where did they go?
So real are they when they arrive
It is as though I have come alive
In a world of make believe
Where it’s hard to conceive
That we are in a different world when we are asleep
In our dreams we travel deep
To a land so far away
When we must awake we would rather stay
Our dreams become so very concise
And we arrive there in such a trice
Sometimes at night it is hard to sleep
We try to imagine and count sheep
So that we can pass through
Into our dream state, a powerful hue
Time ceases to be important as we dream
Nothing will be as it may seem
A picture appears into the mind’s eye
Though we may be in dreamland and it may pass by
When we awake we may or may not remember where we have been
But then paradise is rarely seen
Like the sea it ebbs away
To return another day
Brainwaves search at every corner of our mind
To find the answer, to unwind
The secret that has been lost for eternity
The true meaning of our dreams you see
A Place called Loose Chippings
Some ways up the road
Not too far away
There is a village I pass through
With a strange name I would say
Loose Chippings it called
A pretty little place
In the summer there’s flower boxes
That stand out in your face
Such is their beauty
A Rainbowistic sight
And the street lights shine brightly
At all times of the night
Helped by the glowing
Of the bright shining moonlight
As you drive through
Rarely is anyone seen
Except Old Bob and his dog Bessie
Who is running free on the village green
The local pub sign swings gentle
In the mid-day breeze
And the only sound heard sometimes
Is when old farmer Brown’s cow gives a sneeze
So as you drive slowly through
As the other roadside sign says
You will remember Loose Chipping
For the rest of your days
The Cemetery Mole
Down in the Churchyard
in amongst the graves so still
is a little problem
and it makes me ill
A Mole has made his home
in the family plot
as for our feelings
he does not give a jot
Every time I go to tend
the grave with love and care
I am greeted by this mound of earth
so I know that he has been there
He digs away to his heart’s content
the mound gets bigger every day
so I am going to have to trap him
try to catch it in some way
So I will dig a little hole into his mound
and set a trap for him
a passer by walked over
said what are you up to Jim
Trying to catch this little varmint
who is causing me concern?
I have to teach him a lesson
so that he will learn
To leave my family plot alone
go somewhere else to dig his tunnels
because all the mounds he leaves behind
looks like a row of funnels
So I set my trap, and off I went
home for a good nights rest
satisfied I had done my duty
to catch this little pest
As I fell asleep, my mind did dream
this little creature with his pick and shovel hard at work all night
dragging the dirt to the surface in his little cart
so it would be there for me to see at early light
Suddenly there was a clanging sound
as the trap snapped down on his neck hard and fast
trapped, struggling to break free
but soon to breathe his last
I awoke with such a start
shouting Oh Lord, what have I done?
I have killed one of Gods tiny creatures
on with clothes and out I run
Down to the Cemetery at high speed
till I reached the family plot
I yanked on the trap protruding
to see what I had got
To my relief there was nothing there
I must have dreamt it all it seems
my little friend was still alive
not dead, like in my dreams
I quietly flattened out his mounds
Thought I can do that every day
It can be a special thing between us
A game that we can play
After all what harm was he doing
tunnelling away
my relatives now had company
and that’s how it will have to stay