Wild Winds, March by mauveone.

WWe have had a week of high winds,

Courtesy of Storm Gareth.

The row of Silver Birch trees

That I see from my bedroom window

Are ballet dancing: Bending forward

Bending back, their long fronds like

Arching arms, elegantly moving with

The wind, then straighten up to

Reach for the sky.

The poor birds, even the strong

In-flight Magpie is picked up and

Thrown off course. Fat Pigeon stands

No chance, his attempt at straight

Line flying – once the gust is passed,

he plummets unceremoniously,

Flapping his wings trying to

recover his equilibrium.

The sparrows and blue tits, so light,

Are hurled about like confetti at

A wedding. They have little hope of

Recovering themselves, they have

To go where the wind takes them.

I doubt they will have a safe landing

In among the Hazelnut bushes.

Even the clouds at moving at a fast

rate of knots, huge clouds, light feathery

Clouds, black rain clouds, moving from East

To West, behind them the bright blue sky

Rising in the East, the morning sun

Lights up the scene of Storm Gareth

Being forced at long by the Jet Stream.

© Marjorie Lacy, March 2019

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Prayer by Carol Ann Duffy.

PSome days, although we cannot pray, a prayer

utters itself. So, a woman will lift

her head from the sieve of her hands and stare

at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth

enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;

then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth

in the distant Latin chanting of a train.

Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano scales

console the lodger looking out across

a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls

a child’s name as though they named their loss.

Darkness outside. Inside, the radio’s prayer –

Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.

(edited)

Today is “D” Day by mauveone.

T
What is “D” Day you may say

let me tell you, my daughter is

getting her new dog – a puppy!

That is making her and family happy.

I am not so sure, but reading the

Breed’s statistics – not for me – she

will grow to a heavy, bulky animal.

One good thing, little brushing needed.

It says “it needs much socialisation,

take the puppy everywhere you go.

expose it to everything, other dogs,

children, traffic, noise and chaos”.

(Sounds like training a Police Horse)

The breed is also happy with own

company, ideal for a busy family.

She will be a dog loyal to them.

Her breed is an ancient one,

Originally from Southern China,

2,000 years of history, a rare dog.

Because of Communist China

Ban on all dogs, few escaped.

The modern dogs came from

Singapore and Hong Kong.

Then to U. K. Breeders and,

today, one comes to my daughter.

It is “D”  Day = Dog Day.

© Marjorie Lacy, March 2019.

Worst Day Ever written by a 14 year old Dyslexic girl.

Worst Day Ever.   (Top to bottom = Bad version.)

I am stupid

Nobody would ever say

I have a talent for words

I am meant to be great

That is wrong

I am a failure

That I am a failure

Nobody could ever convince me

I can make it in life.

Worst Day Ever.   (Bottom to Top = Good version.)

I can make it in life

Nobody could ever convince me

That I am a failure

That is wrong

I was meant to be great

I have a talent for words

Nobody would ever say

I am stupid.

My Great Family by Mark Wilson.


My family were shocked about my disability

What would they do how would they treat me

Some turned their back and turned up their nose

I suppose that’s the way it goes

My Mrs and my kids weren’t bothered one bit

They were the ones that helped me deal with it

I have bad times but they are still there

They weren’t going anywhere

They help me with my daily tasks

They help me with anything I ask

Nothing is too much trouble they will lend a hand

Because they really do understand

My grandson Charlie is a wonderful young lad

Seeing him makes me so glad

He knows just what I need to do

He runs around and helps me and he’s only 2

I’m lucky to have a great family by my side

They make things steady on my bumpy ride



My Great Family by Mark Wilson.

M

My family were shocked about my disability

What would they do how would they treat me

Some turned their back and turned up their nose

I suppose that’s the way it goes

My Mrs and my kids weren’t bothered one bit

They were the ones that helped me deal with it

I have bad times but they are still there

They weren’t going anywhere

They help me with my daily tasks

They help me with anything I ask

Nothing is too much trouble they will lend a hand

Because they really do understand

My grandson Charlie is a wonderful young lad

Seeing him makes me so glad

He knows just what I need to do

He runs around and helps me and he’s only 2

I’m lucky to have a great family by my side

They make things steady on my bumpy ride



2 Short pieces on “Self Care”.

“Self-care means pausing and paying attention.

It’s asking yourself a lot of questions: How am I?

What’s working?

What’s not working?

Why am I stressed, sad, mad,

overwhelmed, feeling ashamed etc?

What can I change?

If I can’t change it, how can I cope?

if I can change it,

what do I do first?”

Ethan Somerman.

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“Be amazed. Take a step back and look at your life with gratitude every now and then. Be amazed. Squeeze every last ounce of goodness out of what is around you. Savour it. Soak it up. Luxuriate in it. Be amazed. When you’re burned out, bone weary, and bedraggled, use amazement to fill yourself back up. Seek out those situations, people, and activities that remind you of what it means and how it feels to be amazed.”

Leslie Ralph