As I look out my window

thirty or forty years before.We look for themas they looked then,not as they might look now.Their faces may have gone gauntand some maybe crossed with lines.Some may have put on weightand have bulges where they shouldn’t be,but the one thing we should look for,the one thing that never changesno matter how old you grow.We should…

and it windows carry Georgian squares.In its garden pretty flowers grow;while in the fields,seeds of corn are sown.Snug within its stonewallslives a family,husband, wife and their two sons.Sadness filled the cottage one daywhen the sons were called to war.Candles were lit; prayers were saidfor their safe return.Years rolled by, paintwork peeled,but the little cottage was…

with a lamp in the windowto show someone is there.In the distance it is a beaconthat points to my cosy home.When my working day is throughand I walk back along the miles,I can see that lamp burning.That welcoming beaconbeckoning to me there in the distance.My love waits for me thereafter my work is donewith my…

Life at times swings upreaching new heightsand then swings downuntil we wonder ifit will ever swing up again.At times life is a roundaboutand catapults us into circlesaround and around and aroundmaking us dizzy and disorientatedand keeping us wonderingwill it ever stop.Swings and roundaboutsinherit our lives at every turn.20 January 2011

“Do you want your car washedwhile you’re doing your shopping?We do not charge a lot.”My answer is no.“Sorry mate but my car is under scientific study.I am an insect- ornithologist.I study bird droppings and insect splatters.I get out every night with my tweezers,take the remaining bits off,and put them in a specimen jar.I am also…

Each brush stroke expressesthe devotion and the tears that sometimes fall.Each colour is a rainbowof the multitude is bringsfrom the joys and all the songs it sings.Love is a canvaspainted by a caring heart.4 July 2014