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The Storm

The wind and rain battered the small shed in the woods. The thunder roared overhead and the lightning streaked through the trees, crackling as it went. Through the cracked window covered with cobwebs Sheila and Ben could see menacing shadows. Was someone out there? So many weird noises. Were there really witches who lived in these woods? They guessed they would soon find out.

They hid under a sack they had found to hide away as they were frightened and all alone. It had been sunny and warm when they had decided to play truant from school and play in the woods. School was so boring and they could not wait to leave. Why did they have to go every day? What a drag.. The woods were exciting and every time they came it was different.

So many things to see and do, so many animals and birds; a joy to behold They got to know all the birds, Ferdie the Fox, Dolly Dormouse and her family and have fun with the Otters. So much wildlife and so many strange and wonderful plants.

The little stream trickling through slowly to who knows where, but happily gurgling on its way. They would sometimes dip their feet into the clear water and feel the chill on their feet but that did not matter to them. This was fun. This was the life.

No rules, no telling on each other, this was their secret.

They could get into mischief and no one would know, no one would find out what they got up to. This was their place, their secret place. This forest of trees kept their secrets, shared their sorrows and rejoiced in their joy of life, laughter and fun.

The forest had always protected them up until now, had always been their friend and hiding place. Now it was turning into a dark and threatening place; a place they did not know. They were sure the trees were moving nearer and nearer, the wind was menacing and loud. The clap of thunder made them jump and they tried to hide further under the sack, clinging to each other for comfort.

They needed help but there was no one to hear them, no mobile phone, no houses close by. Even if they had one it would not have helped as there would not be any signal. They could feel their hearts beating in their breasts. Their chests felt tight and they wanted to be back at the School. If only.

Back in the village Post Office, Madge the Postmistress looked at the clock. Time to shut up for 10 minutes to fetch the children from School as it was such a bad storm. She did not usually meet them, but to-day was different.. She knew they would be scared of the storm. Putting on her scarf and an old raincoat Madge locked the door and battled against the cold wind and the storm. It was so dark, and when she reached the school gates she was a few minutes late. A solitary light shone through a school window and Madge went to the door and saw the teacher about to lock up. All the children had gone.

The children had left about 5 minutes ago and Made assumed they had gone straight home. Must have missed each other on the way.

Back in the forest, the storm was receding slightly. Inside the shed Sheila and Ben were getting a little braver, and came out from under the sack. Shaking off the dust they decided it would be best to make a run for it.

All of a sudden they heard the most exciting and welcome sound. Voices in the forest looking for them and calling their names. . They knew their two best friends would look for them, that they would never let them down.

Sheila and Ben come through the broken door of the shed and the friends ran towards each other hugging one another with happiness.

Making their way back to the Post Office the four friends were looking forward to their tea and the warmth of the bright fire.

Madge had been about to put out a call for them all, but she was so happy to see them that she told they could have whatever they liked for tea.

As for Sheila and Ben, only they knew why they had not been at the school gates as they always were every afternoon to meet Madge’s children and go home with them.

They too would have an extra treat after their tea. A huge great dog biscuit.

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 ©

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The Lighthouse

There was a secret lighthouse
Standing erect and tall and free
He loved the life he lived and knew
Always looking out to sea.

A Beacon for all the many ships
That passed by day and night
In all kinds of stormy weather
He flashed and shone his safety light.

He wore his livery of red and white
So proud and tall he stood
He braved the rains the winds and storms
He weathered every mood

On large liners, cargo vessels and tiny boats
He would cast his beady eye
Safe haven he would afford to all
Ensure there was no sadness, and no tears to cry

This beacon in the darkness
Till the shades of night turn into day
Should give us hope, that like the Lighthouse
When we are lost, we will be shown the way.

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The Christmas Birthday

Fairy stars twinkling in the sky so high
Banishing the dark clouds, who leave with a sigh
Lacy snowflakes form a white cloak over the earth
In readiness for a miraculous and heaven sent birth.

A baby King born in Bethlehem
Not for him opulence, jewels nor even a diadem
But a roadway strewn with thorns along the way
God’s only son, Jesus born in a lowly stable to-day.

In manger of straw, lowly born, so few clothes to keep him warm
Mary and Joseph sheltering from life’s storm
This new born baby is God’s gift to mankind
In the hope that the world peace, hope and love will find.

Some Shepherds left their flocks that night
They had to see for themselves this heavenly sight
Three Wise Men, riding on camel back, sages of their day
Gave gold, frankincense and myrrh away.

The brightest star in heaven shone out so bright
Over all Bethlehem it shed its light that night
Angels played their harpsichords in joy
To celebrate the Christmas birth of this special little boy.

Little Donkey stood quietly by the lowly manger
To nuzzle and protect the new born baby from danger
Cows and sheep their watch did keep
Keeping quiet as Baby Jesus was fast asleep.

God’s promised Son was born this night
The choirs of Angels were a joyous sight
Peace Joyand hope; the whole world rejoices
Its Christmas Day – let’s celebrate with happy voices.

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The birthday of a baby king

Fairy stars twinkling in the sky so high
Banishing the dark clouds, who leave with a sigh
Lacy snowflakes form a white cloak over the earth
In readiness for a miraculous and heaven sent birth.

A baby King born in Bethlehem
Not for him opulence, jewels nor even a diadem
But a roadway strewn with thorns along the way
God’s only son, Jesus born in a lowly stable to-day.

In manger of straw, lowly born, so few clothes to keep him warm
Mary and Joseph sheltering from life’s storm
This new born baby is God’s gift to mankind
In the hope that the world peace, hope and love will find.

Some Shepherds left their flocks that night
They had to see for themselves this heavenly sight
Three Wise Men, riding on camel back, sages of their day
Gave gold, frankincense and myrrh away.

The brightest star in heaven shone out so bright
Over all Bethlehem it shed its light that night
Angels played their harpsichords in joy
To celebrate the Christmas birth of this special little boy.

Little Donkey stood quietly by the lowly , manger
To nuzzle and protect the new born baby from danger
Cows and sheep their watch did keep
Keeping quiet as Baby Jesus was fast asleep.

God’s promised Son was born this night
The choirs of Angels were a joyous sight
Peace Joy –and hope; the whole world rejoices
Its Christmas Day – let’s celebrate with happy voices.

Written by Barbara Brewin©

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Pippa’s Christmas Lesson

Pippa Alderton lived in the big house on the edge of the village of Bardale, in the Surrey commuter belt. She was an only child and never wanted for anything. She was so spoiled she expected what she wanted when she wanted it and had no time for anything or anyone else.

She went to the most expensive private School in the area in the nearby town of Trussell Marston. Apart from one or two girls who she tolerated so that she could order them about, she had no real friends. Pippa ruled the roost and was happy in her own spoiled little world.

It was Christmas Eve and the shops were full of coloured decorations, loud music and bursting at the seams with Christmas gifts and Christmas Trees of all sizes. People were thronging to get last minute gifts for the holiday.

Pippa wanted to go into town to choose some last minute presents to prop up the dozens of presents already under the largest Christmas tree you have ever seen, with its gaudy bangles and decorations pulling the branches down nearly to the floor. A very expensive fairy decoration stood grinning on the top of the tree

Pippa put on her smart new expensive red coat with a pretty coloured hat, scarf and muff to keep out the cold. Her designer boots clicked as she walked across the huge hall in the house to the huge old rustic door.

The family chauffer, Ben, smart in his Uniform ushered her to the car, opened the door and closed it after her.

Once at the big expensive Department Store, Pippa let rip. She brought dolls, chocolates, games, books, wrapping paper, coloured paper, pencils, even a brand new computer. Poor Ben the Chauffer was given the task of carrying everything until he could not carry any more.

Happy at last Pippa ordered Ben to take the shopping to the car. She then brought a CD player to play music on the way home.

By now it was very dark and the stars were shining brightly, so much so that the roads and countryside were all covered in a white frost. Pippa had lost track of the time. It was getting late. They were the last to leave the Department Store and the road home was very quiet, the hundreds of Christmas Shoppers having long gone home to finish the final touches for Christmas Day and to prepare the turkey ready for the big day.

Oh Pippa was happy; she had everything she wanted and more.

The drone of the car made Pippa feel sleepy and she started to doze off. All of a sudden she woke up with a start. She was cold, the car had stopped, it was pitch black and she felt scared. What was happening? Where was Ben?

She called out. There was no reply. Pippa felt something cold on her lap. It was a torch. Ben had left the torch and a note to say the car had broken down and he had gone for help. She should keep the car door locked and wait until help arrived.

Pippa was so cross. She was not going to stay in the dark in the middle of nowhere. She would jolly well show them. Anyway she had to get home to sort through all her shopping and decide where she would keep everything she had brought. She did not get bored on Christmas Day.

Pippa opened the car door, waited till her eyes adjusted to the darkness and started to walk. It was slippery, it was cold, but all of a sudden the moon came from behind the clouds giving a spooky light amongst the trees at the side of the road. She walked on for a while and suddenly the road came to an end.

She turned around, but the moon had gone in and it was dark again. She was lost and now she was getting scared. She slipped on the wet ground and fell. She could feel mud all over her. She was now very frightened and upset. Her new clothes would be ruined.

She struggled up and in the distance she could see a dim light. She slowly walked towards it, hitting brambles and nettles and overhead leaves. She felt the branches scratching her face and tangling her hair and she wanted to cry. Something she never did.

After what seemed ages she arrived at the site of the light and it seemed to belong to a very run down old house. She banged on the door, and before she could speak the door opened and she fell inside. It was very dim, the main light coming from a few logs on the meagre fire. A small girl in threadbare clothes helped her up and sat her on a creaky wooden chair. The small girl went away and returned with a steaming cup of broth. Pippa looked at it in disgust. The mug was cracked but she was cold so she took a sip. The warmth of the broth stung her throat, but she started to warm up.

Pippa then looked into the corner of the room and a lady was lying there crying and moaning. The woman was crying and in pain.

“What is your name?” asked the little girl, “mine is Holly”. “I am Pippa and I live in a big house”. “Where are all your Christmas presents”? asked Pippa “and where is your Christmas tree? You can’t have Christmas without a Christmas tree and lots of presents.”

Holly replied with a sigh and a brief smile, “Mummy is poorly, daddy is away, so we have no money”. I picked a branch up to-day and some cones and they are in the back room”. “They are so pretty”. Pippa stood up and peeped into the back room. There propped up in the corner was a branch with a few twigs on it, some cones and some cotton wool balls. Not a single present was by the makeshift tree.

Suddenly there was a loud cry; Holly’s mother was calling for help. “Help Holly please, I think the baby is coming early”. Holly listened to her mother and went into the kitchen followed by Pippa. Holly put some water in an old saucepan and started to boil it, she collected some towels. “Let me carry the saucepan” said Pippa.

The two girls went into the living room with the towels and saucepan. Suddenly before they could do anything they heard a cry. There before their very eyes lay a new born baby boy with jet black hair and a screwed up little red face crying his heart out.

Pippa saw a blanket on a chair and ran to get this. Doing something she had never done before she wrapped the blanket around the baby boy. to keep him warm

Holly’s mother started so smile and so did Holly. Holly had a new baby brother. Pippa did not know what to do and felt very awkward. Holly started to sing to the baby boy “silent night, holy night”. Pippa had a very strange feeling, she had a lump in her throat, and her eyes started to fill with tears and before she knew it she was sobbing uncontrollably. She had never cried since she was a baby.

Holly and her Mum had very little and yet they were happy. How could this be? Surely they needed lots of money and food and presents to be happy like she was?

Suddenly voices could be heard in the distance getting nearer. Holly and Pippa ran to the door and Ben stood there with a bright torch and some other people warmly wrapped in scarves and gloves. Ben told Pippa he had been worried when he returned to the car and found her missing. With the help of people from the nearby village, they had found her hand muff lying on the side of the road where she had lost her way and followed the foot indents in the mud to this the only cottage for a few miles.

Gently Holly with the help of one of the grown ups cut the chord from the baby. Holly then handed the baby boy to Pippa who for a moment, took a step back and then opened her arms. The baby boy wrapped his fingers around Pippa’s little finger and she felt a stirring feeling she had not known before, a feeling of love for this little miracle.

Pippa handed the baby back. Holly’s mother thanked everyone for their help and said that she was going to call the baby Joshua.

It was now time to go home.

Pippa turned to say goodbye and went to the door. She suddenly ran back and gave Holly a great big hug. “Can we be friends please?” asked Pippa. “I would like that very much” said Holly.

As Holly went to the door to see her new friend Pippa off and all the villagers, she looked up and there in the sky above the little house was a huge star standing apart from all the others. It was beautiful.

In the distance the village church clock began to chime, slowly very slowly twelve times. The church bells then pealed out their message to say it was now Christmas Day.

Pippa climbed into the rescue car, looked out of the window as the first gentle white snowflakes of winter fell. She had everything she wanted. But……………., Holly who had so little was the lucky one. She had a new baby for Christmas and Pippa would have given ANYTHING to have a new baby brother for Christmas.

Next morning Holly awoke and rushed downstairs to see Joshua and to see if there were any presents under the tree. Nothing – but Holy was happy; she had seen the big lucky star which Joshua had been born under; there was snow on the ground and on the trees. This was better and prettier than the largest Christmas tree in the world. But best of all she had a new baby brother, Joshua.

“Yes” thought Holly to herself “this is the BESTEST Christmas I have ever had”

Meanwhile at home in the big house, Pippa sat under the tree, her presents unopened. How she wished she could change places with Holly. Yes Holly was lucky. She was the one who had everything.that mattered. Perhaps she would call round later with a gift for Holly and Joshua.

But best of all Pippa had found a new friend in Holly, what more could she ask for? Yes for Pippa too Christmas was going to be wonderful after all. A Christmas she would never forget.

Written By Barbara Brewin ©

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The Sweetshop Ball

Sweetshop had shut up for the day
The Maltesers decided they were going away
They packed their gear in a Dairy Box
To climb a Glacier called Mint Fox

The sweets were now all wide awake
There was All Sorts of fun to make
The Chocolate Mice ran to and fro
As the Mars Bars to Mothers Pub did go

The Kit Kats spotted the chocolate mice
Who ran circles round the Coconut Ice
The Bounty cried because it was in dry dock
Time showed After Eight on the big wall clock.

The Marathons were training very hard
Some Pear Drops and Spangles standing on guard
The Smarties were looking for a Treet
They moved up market to Quality Street.

The clever Jelly Tots got carried away
Too lazy to walk, they used a Milk Tray
The Dolly Mixtures danced and sang
To the All Gold heavy metal music –Bubble Gum went off with a bang.

The Coconut Mushrooms were timid and shy
Wine Gums and Chocolate Buttons looking up to the sky
To see The Sherbet Flying Saucers whizzing around
The Liquorice Torpedoes stayed firmly on the ground

The Jelly Tots decided to loop the loop
Chocolate Cigarettes played Polo and Hula Hoop
Sherbet dips joined their friend Liquorice Straw
The Crème Eggs were lying flat out on the floor.

Even the Minstrels loved this free for all party
The Humbugs were picking a fight with a Smartie
But they all agreed a good Feast was had by all
As they danced the night away at the Aniseed Ball.

Written By Barbara Brewin ©

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Because you’ve gone

As I wake up every morning,
When the dawn chorus breaks into song
Reality and grief suddenly hit me
That you are no longer with me my darling
I remember you’ve gone,

As I wake up every morning
When the night has seemed so long
I see the sunshine through the cloud
But my heart suddenly plummets my love
I remember you’ve gone.

As I wake up every morning
Contentment saying this is where I belong
I hear the radio alarm playing our song
The truth suddenly comes and hits me
I remember you’ve gone.

As I wake up every morning
Safely snug and warm in bed
Life is great – whilst my thoughts still sleep
Suddenly they waken to face yet another empty day
I remember you’ve gone.

As I wake up every morning.
To a dark and deep abyss – will it always be like this?
Suddenly I see an indent on the bed
I know then you have been sitting, watching over me
Even though you’ve gone.

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First day of school

August is still here, but only just
Back to school will soon be a must
Four year olds leaving mum and dad for the first time
As at nine o clock the school bell will chime.

Smart new uniforms in gold and blue
Shoes brushed and polished till they shine like new
Hair groomed and parted, teeth a gleaming white
Not a shirt tail to be seen in sight.

Smart new ties, striped and tied with knot,
Blazer with badge for each little tot
How smart and grown up these youngsters look
Satchels to carry maths and a reading book.

Dinner money in a purse
School inspection by the nurse
Now the children file into classroom
Mum’s all crying, saying see you soon.

Little ones starting a brand new phase
To prepare them for life’s more worldly ways
Reading, writing and arithmetic
Start them young, this is the trick.

Tired and worn out at the end of the day
Shirt tails hanging out, ties awry,
At lunchtime it was fun to play
But it really has been a tiring day.

The welcome Home Time bell rings out at last
The little ones stream out, some slow, some fast.
Some in silence some in tears,
As they say goodbye to the formative years.

These are the best years of their lives
Reciting tables, twos, threes, four and fives
School might mean happiness, joy and sorrow
But these are our future, the men and women of tomorrow.