by Dennis Shrubshall | Nov 5, 2009 | Poetry
From the time one is born into this world There is lifelong mystery Concerning the way a child will grow And reach their maturity For Females it is a matter of progression As from a Girl to a Young Woman they grow But this doesn’t apply to the male of the species For...
by Dennis Shrubshall | Oct 18, 2009 | Poetry
We know not what is in the wind Cast by Mother Natures hand Or borne by the birds as they soar thro the sky Never selective of where the seeds land An onward progression that never stops Germinating from seeds however sown Ensuring that yearly the fields hold crops To...
by Dennis Shrubshall | Oct 16, 2009 | Poetry
Above us the drone of a plane in the sky Making it’s approach to land Watched by many anxious people As below on the Tarmac they stand And as the huge aircraft comes to a halt And their mighty engines to silence fell There was an air of reverence and silence in the...
by Dennis Shrubshall | Oct 12, 2009 | Poetry
When you sit alone in the Eventide And review the day that has passed Do you ever give thought to those less fortunate For if you did you may sit there aghast Just imagine spending your life alone As well as in the depths of despair For them there is no one to turn to...
by Dennis Shrubshall | Oct 7, 2009 | Poetry
Seasons are noticed in the countryside Far more than a City or Town As that is where one is nearest to Mother Nature And is seen in the colour of her gown In Winter she may wear a cloak of sheer White With Silver tinges of Frost here and there But this is the time...
