I will leave with sadness
And not a little doubt
I have learned and matured here
And made it my home
Now that I am leaving
I think of all those things
That have buried in my heart
And I will never forget
The sights of this land
That I will always remember
Strolls along the Thames
Swans floating on the river
Rowing boats move swiftly
Arms moving in time
Rolling landscapes soften
The horizon all around
Little villages nestled
In valleys between hillsides
A stag grazing at dawn
Peaceful in the morning light
Red fox in the evening
Eyes bright and watching
Pub lunches and cider
Steak and ale pies
The food I got used to
So English, so home
Things will be different
Not sure how much
Will I get used to
The old ways again
Will I long for this country
That has long been my home
That runs through my blood
And I have loved like my own
Going back will always
Be bitter and sweet in harmony



Carefully walking over pebbles
To the sea beyond
Shiver as the water splashes
Up pale legs en rolled up trousers
Sun beats down like summer
Children riding carousel horses
Fish and ships on the beach
In the shadow of the pier
Ladies with stilts and feathers
Promenading with a smile
Crazy old guy dancing
To a rhythmic soulful beat
A wander down the Lanes
Vintage shops and cafe lunch
Goths walking hand in hand
Their faces oh so thoughtful
There is no place quite like this
A seaside forlorn paradise

A Million Taps

My star will to burn so bright
Dance on feet so strong and neat
Rhythmic voice and a spot of light
Tap a million times and repeat
Dixie whistles in my ear
Promising thrills as yet to come
My future draws ever near
Excitement grows in hearts of some
If you see me on New Year’s Day
There is a question yet to ask
But do not ask if I will stay
The future now is still so vast

8 September 2014

Head in my hands
Brain refuses to work
Life does not run smooth
For things to happen
Of chasing that wild goose
Against all expectations
Patience along the way


Ladylike abandon
Lipstick masquerades
Masterly we crafted
Invisible barricades
Acquiesce the voices
Marauder of my soul
Conspicuous as ever
Into infinity we fall
Fight against the masses
Lift up your netted wings
Waltz into tomorrow
On broken cello strings
Envelope the dusk
A labyrinth of twilight
Then triumph over silence
So mysteriously light
Lungs open wide in rapture
Sound permeates the skies
Hurricanes defeated
Screams turn into sighs

Working Day

Messy desk, piles of paper
Time for mid morning tea
All these emails yet to answer
The phone is going once again
Outside the world is whirling
Far removed from this tiny room
I wish I was out for a walk
Under the trees among the green
Instead of between four walls
That feel like a prison today
Hot liquid warms my throat
As I dreamily stare outside
Soon I will return
To the tasks that lay ahead
Make a tricky phone call
That was put off for too long
Attending an afternoon meeting
At which nothing will be resolved
O I wish I felt the sunshine
The breeze upon my face
Another few days to wait
Until my time will be my own
The weekend will be waiting
Two days that go too fast
With a sigh my eyes return
To the papers on my desk
For now there’s no use dreaming
Of what is yet to come