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Hold onto your dreams

Another year has nearly passed
Where did it go, someone just asked?
The days the weeks, the months, the year,
It seems only yesterday they were just here.

But now, Old Man Time has marched so fast
This year’s New Year is nearly past.
A New Year heralds, what is in store?
If only we knew; that we could be sure.

But wait; would we really want to know?
If we did, then the excitement would really go.
Each year it has its ups and downs.
Smiles and laughter, tears and frowns.

Best to take each day one at a time
With all the uphills there might be to climb.
Then another day may beckon you,
To do good deeds, to be kind and true.

Be kind and caring; do your best
A smile, or laugh will do the rest.
For every loss and every woe,
Remember God’s love, and never let go.

Yes have your dreams, and make them come true,
But remember that sometimes days can be blue.
So make the most of each new day
Each one so different in its own way.

See the dream catcher’s shimmering light
It holds your dreams within its sight
Hold onto your dreams and hold them tight
They will come true when the time is right.

Be patient, caring, strong and tall
Even when the leaves of winter fall.
As spring awakes, a new dawn appears
Take on your dreams with happy tears.

Hold onto the dreams, don’t let them go,
Impossible? You just never know
Just be sure the faith to keep
Dreams don’t just happen when you’re asleep.

May
All
Your Dreams
Come True

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February

February fill dyke, chill winds, lots of frost and snow
Let’s find love to make our cold cheeks give a warm glow
With bright blood red roses and chocolates to sweeten the way
Remember the 14th February is Saint Valentines Day.

Ladies and gentleman anxiously watch for Valentine cards in the post
Fingers crossed and hoping; wondering who will get the most?
Will there be a huge bouquet of flowers for the ladies?
Perhaps a tall dark handsome stranger will drive up in a Mercedes?

This is the day when lovers bravely open their hearts
When Cupids arrow explodes into a cascade of colourful darts
Romance and love, hugs and kisses; be it pauper or millionaire
Will the lucky chosen lady be brunette, red haired or fair?

A time of excitement, of love, wonder, kisses and romance
Now take your chosen partner for the very last dance
Gentlemen be very sure your love is true and sincere
Be warned the lady may propose, after all 2012 is a Leap Year!!!

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Garden Hedgehogs

Hedgehog, hedgehog, what shall I do
During the daytime I can never find you.

I look up the garden, by day and at night
Of you and your family I never catch sight.

You are so lazy you sleep all the day
I’ll find where you live; there must be a way.

For years now you come out only at night
To see you I have to shine my torch light

The bowl in the garden is full of cat food
But you come out each evening, in hungry mood

When I come near you, you curl up into a ball
Of tight little needles – your protective, safe wall

Come to October your babies you bring
To fatten them up so they make it to Spring.

You love to show off with your babies galore
It’s your way to say thank you, you’ll be back for more

I follow you back to from wherever you came
But you run so fast, I lose you, it is just such a shame.

So the puzzle still remains to be solved
Just where do you live – is it safe from the cold?

Your secret is safe; I will leave you in peace
To live in safety in your underground fleece

Year after year you will visit again
Knowing that my garden is your tranquil domain.

Dear Little Hedgehog you will always be there
Because you know I just love you and care.

Your home is your secret, it is safe with me
But just you keep coming, for the whole world to see

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Bonfire night

Children collecting twigs and leaves
Pulling conkers from the trees
Piles of boxes, piles of clothes
Onto the Bonfire everything goes.

Rickety old pushchair, full of junk
This year’s Guy is quite a hunk
Penny for the Guy is the children’s call
Give more than a penny and we can have a ball.

Magic lanterns twinkle in the night
Orange pumpkins filled with candlelight
The smell of roasted chestnuts fills the air
Mugs of hot soup and warm clothes to wear

The time is ready for the fun to begin,
Check under that fire to see no ones hidden
Make sure no hedgehogs asleep in their nest
And that there are no dormice having a rest.

Now the bonfire is set alight, to childrens screams of pure delight
The smoke and flames spiral up into the moonlit night.
Jumping jacks, rockets and Catherine wheels
With bangers and sparklers fast on their heels.

Poor Mr Guy does not stand a chance
As the flames on the fire make him jiggle and dance
His sorry form soon disappears
Some of the little children are now in tears?

The sky is such a pretty sight
All lit up with its magic light
Stars and spangles, rings and flashes
Soon the bonfire will be a pile of ashes.

Why do we celebrate Bonfire Night each year?
The Houses of Parliament I hear you shout loud and clear
Guy Fawkes once tried to burn them down
He wanted to be King and wear the crown.

So every year it’s the same old thing,
Bangers and rockets and one great big din.
Keep the cats and dogs and pets inside
You enjoy yourselves –as for me I’m a spoilsport and am going to hide!!

Written by Barbara Brewin©

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Raindrops

Raindrops falling from the sky
Onto the earth so hard and dry
Scorched grass reaching out to drink
Dying flowers are on the brink.

Pearl drop tears fall from each cloud
Like small diamonds on a shroud
Smell the freshness of the air
The cleansing of the land so fair.

The pools of water lay around
The flowers and birds with joy rebound.
They can all now drink and quench their thirst
Once again into song they burst.

The sun comes out in a glorious blaze,
Spreading out his glorious rays.
The tear drops dazzle sparkling white,
A rainbow follows to delight.

So many colours all together
A magic arc of coloured pleasure
Red orange yellow green and blues
Indigo and violet are the rainbow’s hues.

This is magic at its best
Seen from north south east and west
See the rainbow bright and bold.
Find the magic pot of gold.

 

Written by Barbara Brewin©

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Winter

The Sun has gone. Where can it be?
All summer it was there for me.
But now it must have gone away,
will it come back another day? It’s warmth and heat made me feel good,
but now we have fires made out of wood.
The flicker in the hearth may glow,
but watch out for the cold, white winter snow.

All the birds have flown away,
could they not have stayed another day?
But to climates warm in groups they flew,
to miss the winds as they blew and blew.

All the trees have lost their leaves,
one lonely spider spins and weaves.
All her friends have gone to sleep,
in the long dark winter, they burrow deep.

The garden looks so dull and bare,
it seems to me it doesn’t care.
But hark, the redbreast robin comes,
foraging for berries and for crumbs.

His winter song he sings so loud,
oh look, there’s blue behind that cloud.
The robin sings his Christmas song.
Hark; Father Christmas will soon be along.

Now the snow is on the ground,
the earth it utters not a sound.
The winter really has come fast,
but worry not, it will not last.

The trees are white with magic frost
for all to see, there is no cost.
The snowflakes flutter to the ground,
we’ll make a snowman, big and round.

Oh, winter can be really fun
even if we miss the bright warm sun.
But around the corner spring awaits,
and guess who is waiting at the gates?

The gates of summer will open wide,
when spring has mingled with such pride.
Snowdrops, crocuses and singing bells,
the Daffodil trumpets – Springtime tells.

At last the winter months are gone,
the mistle thrush and blackbird are in full song.
The buds are bursting out with pride,
as a brand new world beckons us outside.

Make the most of each new day,
it’s own adventure, it’s own new way.
Every day brings something new,
it’s now up to you, and you and you!

Written By Barbara Brewin ©

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Shadows in the night

Shadows darting here and there
Whispers echoing through the air
The gentle wind sighing in delight
Under a starry, moonlit night.

Dormice rustling leaves for food,
Big eyed owl in grumpy mood
Brushtail fox goes walking by
Brock the badger gives a sigh

Birds are sleeping in the trees
Hedgehogs playing hard to please
Squirrels stealing nuts to store,
Witches broomstick on the floor.

Ripples swirling on the lake
Frogs and toads their chance do take.
Fish swimming round all half asleep
As orange newts night watch do keep.

These shadows dart from place to place,
The spider’s web is made of lace
These are the shadows of the night
Before the dawn and morning light.

Cockerel crows to say it’s dawn
The birds dawn chorus wakes us all
The animal world has gone to bed.
The shadows of the night have fled

Gypsy

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The Flame of Love

I am the flame lit especially my darling for you
I see tears falling softly like petals when summer is through
Its light flickers gently, the warmth melting your heart
The gentle breeze whispering ,we are never apart.

I am the flame that never goes out
Whenever you have days full of darkness and doubt.
When the black cloud of sadness dresses you in despair
Remember that my flame will always be there

I am the flame that is strong, good and kind
You know I will never leave you behind
To be alone would be sad; I will always be there
My flame flickers gently because I love you, and care.

I am the flame that helps make you  strong
Who knows that some days you feel you can’t carry on
Look into the flame and see memories of happy days
When mother nature was kind and gentle in her ways.

I am the flame that will love you for ever
Please don’t give up, we will always be together
For I love you and cherish you – you live in my heart
For the rest of our lives we will never be apart.

I am the flame that is heaven sent from above
A sign that I will always be with you my love
Yes let the tears flow and be sad for awhile
Then move forward my darling with your beautiful smile.

I am the flame that will light the way for the rest of your life
As you lit my heart on earth when you were my wife
My darling I am only ever a whisper away from your heart
The flame shines for ever – we are never apart.

Written By Barbara Brewin ©

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A prayer for Sunday

Dear Lord on this your special day
Please help me as I go on my way
To try and live my life through you,
To do all that you would want me to.

Help me to be kind, loving and true
Listening and helping others who may be blue
Show me thy way to be selfless and kind
To my brothers and sisters and all mankind.

Please show me the pathway, rough or smooth
Knowing that you are there whichever way I move
Help me to know when things seem to go wrong
Your arms will be holding me, firm and strong.

For others who do not know of your love
Please bless and help them from above
Give them hope and freedom from fear
Help them to learn that you are always near.

Without you my Lord I would have no life
I would stumble onwards through toil and strife
But dear Lord knowing you are always there
I thank you for carrying the Cross of life I bear.

Come into my life through thick and thin
Loving all who are good and those who sin
Let mankind open their hearts to sing your praise
Please be with me to-day, tomorrow  and always.

Thank you God

Amen.

Written By Barbara Brewin ©

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April trumpets spring

April the fourth month of the year
Full of hope, sunshine, showers and good cheer
Giggling raindrops soak the earth
As all of nature wakes to its rebirth

Bulbs peep gently through the ground
Birds pick twigs with joyful sound
Flying off their fresh nests to build
So with new fledglings they will be filled.

Daffodils trumpet in their golden hue
Wild bluebells ring out in their white and blue
Yellow primroses fly April’s banner
Drenching the hedgerows in majestic manner

Pink ragged robins dot the lanes
White kek with its lacy window panes
Hedgerows sprouting out in green array
Trees their leaves awakening in the breeze to sway,

Streams and rivers gurgling away
Ducks and geese have flown in to stay
April and nature blend into one
The best month of the year come wind, rain or sun.

Written by Barbara Brewin ©