I wrote this on Sunday 22 May 1988, at the age of 10. Because we were going to Sunday School at the time, some of this is a bit religious although these days I am more of an Agnostic. Oh golden ball shining from above You are a ball that people love You are big… Continue reading Joys of the Sun
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Silks and Spices in the Time of Marco Polo
We recently visited Venice, one of the places where Marco Polo is reputed to have been born. At the time, I must have been about 13 and we were learning about the Middle Ages. The cinnamon, the pepper The nutmegs and the cloves The strong spicy ginger The smell of it he loves The incense… Continue reading Silks and Spices in the Time of Marco Polo
The Twelve Months of the Year
Apparently, I was nine when I wrote this. It was published in a magazine for my local Girls Brigade. January Jack Frost’s fingers tickling my toes But when I look, away he goes The robin singing his sweet melody Especially, ’specially just for me February Again the nimble fingers of Jack Frost come Mostly he… Continue reading The Twelve Months of the Year
Daffodil
Here lies spring Golden crowns Daffodils across the downs Shimmering gold of secrets untold Babbling stream against the rocks Look up there! Looking high? See shimmering gold in the sky Here she lies amongst them Here she’ll never be seen Clusters and bunches of them Daffodil, the queen!
Somewhere
I was quite musical as a child so I set this poem to music and played it on my keyboard. Somewhere the oceans roll And the lightning flashes free The albatrosses cry As morning nears On a ship in the middle of the sea The sun comes up The storm is gone And the waves… Continue reading Somewhere