by Dennis Shrubshall | Oct 26, 2017 | Poetry
Eyes to the sky and what do we see Another day is well under way Look to the sky and what do we see A blanket of Blue spread before us From here to infinity With clouds below and above Like a scarf gently wrapped around Perfectly placed for the Artist As his...
by Dennis Shrubshall | Oct 26, 2017 | Poetry
Sitting by the water at the end of the day I closed my eyes for awhile Thinking of how time was passing by Not noticed by the rank and file Of a society living life as best they might With what seems like the speed of light And here am I sat at the waterside As yet...
by Dennis Shrubshall | Oct 26, 2017 | Poetry
Gazing into the distance Where the Sky and Ocean seem to meet Twilight wends it’s weary way Another night to greet The daylight fading fast now Blue clouded heaven tinged with gold Creating a perfect background Of a beautiful Sunset to behold Viewed by two young...
by Dennis Shrubshall | Oct 26, 2017 | Poetry
As I sit and look at the scene before me In the chill of the evening air Enjoying the peace and tranquillity Without a worry or care Totally entranced by the wonders I see As the details I start to note The calmness of the water in the river Creating an atmosphere so...
by Dennis Shrubshall | Oct 26, 2017 | Poetry
Settling back at the end of the day At the hush of eventide A stillness o’er the scene before you As though the whole world is pacified All the boats have come to moorings At the end of a busy day From a pastime that gives much pleasure All the sailors well satisfied...
by Phoebe Hillier | Oct 25, 2017 | Poetry
Broken battered trenches, and lines of wounded sat on benches, men spluttering and choking as a deadly warning, will we live to see the morning? The air is thick with ghastly stenches, I’ve welcomed war. The gas just loves to hiss and groan, while we’re spluttering...
