Standing Alone
Out in wilderness
Just south of Nome
Is an old deserted farm
That someone once called home
Set in a clearing
Next to a small stream
Where someone may have once sat
And would probably dream
An inhospitable country
Hot summers, hard winters
Had to chop wood to keep warm
Be careful of splinters
Cultivating the land
A difficult chore
Using horse drawn ploughs
And making hands raw
But when the Snow fell
Such a beautiful sight
The whole place covered
In a peaceful blanket of white
But it must have been hard
Working dawn to dusk every day
Trying to etch out a living
And survive come what may
Now the old Farmhouse is deserted
The Barn in decay
Despite the hard way of life
It was worth the hardship you might say
It’s a shame when beauty
Is ravaged by time
And to see this beautiful place deserted
Seems to be such a crime
The Stallion
He stands out on the moors
Looking alone and forlorn
As the clouds begin to clear
The Stallion, pure white seeing in the dawn
As the leader of the herd
Its him they follow through the day
A champion in looks, in spirit and mind
If he could talk what would he say
His majestic head, with its mane so white
A magnificent beast is he
Out on the moors he is the king
Of all that you can see
To run free is his want
To roam his daily chore
To service the mares at his demand
Providing foals galore
What a life this horse has
Contented and running free
Out on the moors, his only home
He’s where he just wants to be
Flames from the Sky
Flames from the Sky
I can see as I walk by
Like an orange cloud
A completely mysterious shroud
In the early morning light
So beautiful, so bright
A phenomenon passing by
This flame in the sky
Like a flame of orange hanging overhead
Similar to a quilt lying on a bed
In the early morning shadows causing a stir
A majestic picture to be sure
What mystery will it unfold
Does it carry a story to be told
Of how it came to be
And was it there for me only to see
It did not last but a minute
Not long enough for others too have seen it
The one time and gone the next
Leavivg me completely vexed
My magic sunrise has now gone away
Will it return another day
Who knows from whence it came
But it was beautiful all the same
A little bird flew into my garden
It was a Robin I think
Lands on my bird table and sits in the water
To bathe and to have a drink
Oblivious at first
To any other thing
Seemed to be enjoying himself
Fluttering his damaged wing
He had obviously been hurt
In some mishap or a scrap
And was taking advantage
Of the water laid on tap
But lurking in the undergrowth
Was Blue, next doors cat, an English Grey
Whose was thinking to himself no doubt?
To catch our robin redbreast
Before he flew away
So stealthily creeping nearer
As our little friend did rest
Oblivious to the danger he was in
So far away from his safe nest
But I need not have been worried
Because when the cat did pounce from off the floor
Our Robin was more alert than I thought
And flew in through my door
Standing on my kitchen table
He looked a funny sight
With one wing barely moveable
As he twittered by the light
I put out my hand and he jumped on
As if to say, I know I will be all right
Then I bathed his little damaged wing
And used matchsticks as struts to mend the break
Then bandaged it all up together
A real injured soldier did he make
He stayed indoors with me for almost a week
Sleeping in a box underneath the stairs
His injuries keeping him in a sedate mood
Until, I removed his temporary repairs
Then he flapped his wings and chirped away
So, I opened up the door
And he flew away so majestically
Sadly for me, to be seen no more
The Enchanted Wood
In the enchanted wood deep down in the glen
So far away from I don’t know when
A place I stumbled on long ago
Where the trees whisper as they sway too and fro
But if you are very quiet, when you visit there
An unusual aroma fills the air
Like a thousand Roses have come into bloom
And their scent so pungent it could reach for the moon
But up a pathway in one special place
You may see someone walking, and may see her face
In her dress so colourful and long
You may not notice anything wrong
But for a while, a coldness fills the air
Until she doth realize you are there
For she is a ghost from past times
When she appears the church bell chimes
Of you as you walk, she takes no heed
Walking towards you now she is freed
The church bell rings but once a year
The belfry locked, a mystery I fear
But as she glides past you, she smiles and says hello
Apologises and says she has to go
To meet her lover, down by the brook
As she passes you are to frightened to look
But she means no one any harm
She is a real lady, full of charm
As she disappears as quickly as she arrived
You can only wonder how she has survived
Trapped in limbo for hundreds of years
But still smiles, sheds no tears
As you look back she has gone back to whence she came
But to you your walk will never be the same
If I Were an Eagle
If I were an Eagle
I could soar up into a cloud
Pass over mountain tops
Like some misty shroud
But love, makes me feel free
To glide where I want to go
Because you’re the wind under my wings
Just want you to know
You’re the one who has lifted my spirit
Made my heart sing
As I fly high above
See what constant joy you bring
If only I were that eagle
Just to be so free, able to fly, and to roam
I know I could always return
To you, my real home
Where love abounds freely
Deep in your heart
And always together
Never apart
So you would have to come with me
Let the wind carry your heart
Up into the clouds
With me by your side
That inspiration and passion
You would bring along for the ride
Together we could go skyward
Two Eagles, so free
Disappear into a cloud
Just you and me
Float together forever
Till eternity
Two Eagles hearts as one
Forever free