Autumn brings the north winter chills
The sniffles, flu and winter ills
Turn heating on, prepare for bills
Granddads, please write or revise wills
Days shorter, darker, longer nights
New seasons brings children delights
Halloween, pumpkins, biscuit frights
Street decorations, trees, Christmas lights.
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Fingers creating shadows. Photo by Angela Lansbury.
Last night I saw something so strange
The image haunted me today
As I'd walked with light behind me
My shadow seemed to lead the way.
It showed me where I was going
It gaily nodded up and down
It echoed, but seemed to lead me
On focused path along the ground
Leave only footsteps, people plead
Do not leave litter on the way
Walk as lightly as a shadow
Painted echo of your good day
In a painting vital shadows
Point the way that stick figures walk
The direction of the bright sun
The painter's silent form of talk
I have not, yet, made a painting
Last night's shadow has gone away
Yet the image stays in my mind
A tantalising sign today
Sometimes the light's behind me so shadows lead the way
But when the light's in front to guide, I don't see what shadows say
But left or right the bright sun shines
So you may read what fingers say.
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All this week our book at bedtime has been about English painter Lowry, famous for his crowds of leaning stick figures which seem to march across the page.
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When I see insects I don't know
Which of the crowd is friend or foe?
Which moths are fond of eating clothes
Only its friend, the moth God. knows.
The pesky things come in at night
From miles away they see our light
We open windows for ventilation
And turn into an insect station
Some small insects have bitten me
They treat me like I'm family
Obliged to give them lunch and tea
A tasty feast, timeless and free
I need to leave more vital tasks
The web gives answers when I ask
I learned a very simple fact
Flower perfume, I thought attracts
Adoring men to me and you
But alas attracts insects too
Insects don't leave when I tell them
I need to scare them off with lemon
Lemons taste sour, and insects learn
One sniff's enough , they won't return.
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My favourite story was Noah's Ark
More animals than the zoo and my park
But the whole bible I'd not read at all
It's big and heavy - the print's far too small
At school I learned about day and night
Which started when God said, 'Let there be light!'
He was alone and talked to himself
Everyone knows that's not good for your health
He made Adam and Eve, some people believe
And also a snake, which was a mistake
Eveyone knows that snakes are no good
It wouldn't let ancestors do what they should
I learned father, Christmas, wore red and white
His wife, mother, Mary, held their baby tight
Three wise men rode camels, they'd missed the plane
I'd not got it right, but no-one explained
When you like a book, what do you do?
You ask the librarian for the book two
They renamed the bible, the 'Old' testament
And promoted the next one with the word 'New'.
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Smile toy. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
Goodbye, goodbye
Look after yourself
Goodbye, goodbye
Look after your health
Until next year
Please write to me
All being well
Drive carefully
The sky is blue
Blue, blue blue
The clouds are white,
White, white white
The clouds are light
Light, light light
A lorry's on my right
Right, right
The clouds float,
Float, float, float
Light as a boat
Boat, boat, boat
While driving on the road
Road, road
I have a heavy suitcase load
Load, load
I have to keep awake somehow
And make sure I'm still in the now
So that in a little while
I'm safe home to smile, smile, smile.
The trees and signs and miles fly by
I think of home, my mood is high
I'm feeling happy, don't know why
Give credit to the smiling sky.
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Path in Botanic Gardens, Singapore. Trevor and Angela pause to pose. Photo by Angela Lansbury.
I walk from darkness into light
Happy to be alive, alone
From the city, in the forest
Peaceful, quiet like baby's home
I need no bath nor water glass
All I need is the pure fresh rain
I don't need to find a toilet
I hide behind the trees again
I don't need a bike nor a car
Don't need sign posts nor story books
My little feet will take me far
Each tree tells stories if you look
And yet at last lunch time has past
Lonely trails are known for murder
So I'll trot back, catch coach, bus, train
Seek hot coffee, big hamburger..
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