The Nursery called ‘Heaven’
"Did you have fun at the nursery today sweetie?" Dave asked his daughter.
"Yes Daddy!" Helena replied with a wide smile and an enlargening of her eyes.
"You know there are angels there, don't you Daddy?" she continued.
"Angels? Really? Well, no my darling I did not know that. You must like being there a lot then, right?"
"Oh Daddy yes! I do very much!" Then she returned to her play with her dolls house.
Dave watched her for a while and smiled as he pondered her words. He wondered where she had got the idea of angels from. Both himself and his wife, Rebecca, were not religeous and never really talked about the notion of Heaven, God and certainly not angels. He resigned his thoughts and came to the conclusion that the nursery staff had probably planted the notion in his daughters mind. The nursery was called 'Heaven' after all. He guessed that the place was probably supported by the church. Rebecca had chosen the nursery and he had never really thought about any religeous undertones associated with the establishment before. He smiled again at the comforting thought of his daughter being in the company of angels. Then he went into the kitchen to make a light lunch for himself and his daughter and thought nothing more of it.
The following evening, when Helena was tucked up in bed and sound asleep, Dave and Rebecca were clearing away the dishes from the evening meal and the conversation he had had with his daughter came to his mind again.
"Helena told me there were angels at the nursery today. Have you heard that?" he asked Rebecca.
"She said what?" Rebecca replied with a puzzled frown and a half smile. "Really?"
"Yes! I asked her if she had fun at nursery and she told me she had and then told me that there were angels there. It made me smile. I've never thought about any religeous aspect about the place before. Did you know that there is a strong religeous ethic with the place?"
"I don't know that there is, darling, to be honest. It was never mentioned when I chose that nursery for her. I liked the name 'Heaven' but that was all. No-one has ever mentioned anything about religeon there that I can recall." Rebecca replied.
"I wonder where she got the idea then." said Dave.
"It could have been from one of her friends," Rebecca replied "There are a lot of children there. Some are bound to have religeous parents."
"I guess so. It's a nice thought though. Don't you think?"
Smiling Rebecca replied "Yes it is darling. A very nice thought indeed."
Burn My Fiery Vixen
Like a Phoenix, rebourn in a flame,
again and again and again.
Will you keep making the same mistakes day after day?
Searching, but never looking the right way!
Like a Phoenix, rebourn in a flame,
again and again and again.
When your days are lonely and the nights are long.
Don't cry! Be proud! Be driven! Be strong!
Like a Phoenix, rebourn in a flame,
again and again and again.
Shine my beauty! Bright like a star.
Be all and more than you are!
Like a Phoenix, rebourn in a flame,
again and again and again.
I loved you more than you'll ever know.
And so I say good-bye. Its time for me to go.
The Ten Tor’s
The final part of the Sergeant’s course,
Complete the walk of ‘The Ten Tor’s.’
Do it in full combat gear.
Do it in the cold and without fear.
Climb ‘The Ten Tor’s’ without defeat.
Climb ‘The Ten Tor’s’ with your blistered feet.
Climb ‘The Ten Tor’s’ and stand on every crest.
Climb ‘The Ten Tor’s’ and become your very best.
Twenty two miles, it’s a breeze, it’s a stroll.
Twenty two miles will soon take their toll.
Beat their challenges and complete their courses,
To become the very best of the British forces.
So grab your gear, let’s go orienteering.
We signed up as soldiers, not volunteering.
I’ve done the courses, defeated every hilly chalk.
I’ve done ‘The Ten Tor’s’ that back breaking walk.
That Mr Fox and his kin
That Mr Fox and his kin,
Yet again, they've been in the bloody bin!
I heard them scream, bark and shout,
I wouldn't mind but beef and bacon I did put out!
I heard a caffufel, a boom, a crash,
I thought to myself, they're back in the bloody trash!
I can't imagine what it's like not to eat,
But must they assault every bin on the street?
They rumadge through every carton, every box!
That vermin pest! That Mr Fox!
I wouldn't mind except for all the chicken bone,
I wouldn't mind if they just leave the bins alone.
That Mr Fox and his kin,
Yet again, they've been in the bloody bin!
Bring Out Your Dead
Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead!
A penny for each eye I hope you’ve fed.
Pay the ‘Ferry Man’ his cost, his fee,
Barter their souls across the sea.
Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead!
Down the ‘Reapers’ path they’ve been led.
The ‘Ferry Man’s’ pal, his chum, his mate,
The ‘Reaper’ their souls do take.
Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead!
Make ready their eternal bed.
Load the boat at the end of the pier,
Whilst dressed in black and a watery tear.
Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead!
You hear the cry run through your head.
So say goodbye to the one’s you’ll miss.
So say goodbye with a wave and a kiss.
The Scarecrow
Forever stood, in the field, just standing.
The scarecrows life is not so demanding.
Baking away in the heat of the sun,
Never is his days’ work done.
He guards the crops, stops the birds from feeding.
The smallest breeze is enough to send them screaming.
Up, up and away they urgently fly,
From where they came, back into the sky.
In the rain he sags with soaking.
In the wind he coughs with chocking.
But always with a smile upon his face,
The scarecrow stands tall and holds his place.
American Road Trip.
From North to South and East to West,
The good old US of A is the best!
Of bygone eras and days of past,
Our two wheeled devils, we drove them fast.
Memories captured with my “Kodachrome” kit,
Of the American dream easy rider road trip.
The days, they swept past all to fast,
But with my camera, those days will last.
Mile after mile of roads, mountains and fields,
The glorious American countryside did yield.
Some of the greatest days, those we spent,
I will cherish forever and maybe do it all again.
The authentic road house bar room fight,
Sleeping under the starry skies at night.
The Arizona sun, my skin did fry,
And the dust devils that blinded my eyes.
To have lived the experience, how lucky I’ve been.
To have witnessed the magnificence of the American dream.