Soaring Voices

A weakened sun lightly fingers the early morn Christmas wakes Heralding the celebration, a saviour was born For our sakes. Through the darkened sky, a glittering star breaks For his birth Frankincense, gold and myrrh are a kings keepsakes In his worth. Messages ripple...

A winter weekend

Snuggle back down under the covers It’s cold Stay as you are entwining lovers In hold Within your secret world be embroiled From eyes Eyes that have followed you as you’ve toiled Time wise All week you hide behind your disguise Nine to Five Free and easy weekend being...

It’s Pudsey!

Pledge your cash via Radio 2 Children in Need, on the tele Phone donations from me and you Bathe in custard, chuck a welly Race to eat platefuls of jelly Don a daft costume, sing and dance High jinks in aid of charity Giving our kids a fighting...

More than one Sunday

A November day of tribute Paying homage, remembering Peaked caps, berets, hands in salute Veterans marching to bands playing Then silence; no noise invading Till guns fire and a bugle sounds Commencement of, the wreath laying Respecting the dead knows no...

Remember, remember

Dancing lights sparkle in the black Making patterns of pure white light Keep well away from Jumping Jack Rockets fly in projected flight Catherine spins with all her might Roman Candles burn orange flame Symbols of a November night Celebrating in Guy Fawkes...