If On a Sunny Summer’s Day

Summer Garden, Yorkshire

Summer Garden

 

If on a sunny summer’s day

I walked along a rambling way

Through trees and fields of new mown hay

What profit would it bring me?

 

Or if in autumn I did ride

Upon a boat washed by the tide

To find a place where I could hide

What pleasure would it give me?

 

Perhaps in winter I could run

And slide with children having fun

Or throw a snowball at someone

What lessons would it teach me?

 

If in the spring I watched the trees

Or saw the way a sparrow sees

The spiders and the humming bees

What happiness would greet me?

 

In summer, autumn, winter, spring

Whatever weather they would bring

If I could give to you a ring

What wond’rous love would fill me.

Laugharne Castle

What awesome stories could be told

Of knights in armour, riding bold

Defending maids in days of old

And marching on to glory

In battles fought and battles won

As armour shone in summer sun

The knightly steed would yield to none

Despite the great furore

But now the castle’s falling down

No kingly head to wear the crown

All memory is just a frown

As children learn the story


Students of literature may recognise Laugharne Castle. On the other side of the castle is Dylan Thomas’ boathouse where he wrote much of his work, including, I believe, his play, Under Milk Wood.

 

Long Lonely Road

So far have we come, but so far yet to go

A road, Oh so lonely, that very few know

The challenges faced when you’re searching inside

Where so many others their painful lives hide

 

Afraid to be thinking, their lives filled with sound

To smother the mem’ries, that inside abound

They try to forget all the troubles they’ve faced

E’en though all the turmoil is etched on their face

 

They cannot abide seeing others distressed

It only reminds them how their lives are messed

And so, they give up, leaving suff’rers alone

With no one to comfort or give them a home

 

A child that’s in need is a poor lonely soul

With nothing to live for, a life with no goal

Till in steps a carer who’ll give of their best

To give them a place where they’ll find peace and rest

 

The challenge is facing your own distant past

To give the poor children a love that will last

A love that will conquer the pain and the hurt

The lack of attention, the hunger, the dirt

 

Deep into their conscience the carer must dig

To battle their fears that the task is too big

To deal with their own long held issues and pain

To stop them from rising again and again

 

A long, lonely road that so few can travel

To help these young ones as their lives unravel

So few can make it, despite all the beauty

A long, lonely road that is not just duty

 

Fighting the system, even fighting their friends

The work of a child advocate never ends

The dangers and threats may seem never-ending

Often it seems that the rules just need bending

 

For Mother and Father are just facts of life

If babies are loved or their lives filed with strife

But Mum and Dad titles, they have to be earned

By love and by courage that will not be turned

 

So search deep inside. Find the courage to act

Make love for your children a matter of fact

And if you do care for a child not your own

Remember, this road you don’t travel alone

The Assassin

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Taking careful aim

TheĀ assassinĀ marked her target

Aligned the crosshairs

Over her victim’s heart

She thought she knew his weakness

Thought she could not fail

She checked her aim once more

And pulled the trigger

She smiled, self-satisfied

Watched the deadly projectile

Headed straight for his heart

But it was her heart that missed a beat

As his integrity got in the way

And the only thing to die that day

Was the bond between them