Rhymes off the cuff
Sullen Mevagissey
Faced with the scene before you
What image does this photo portray
A different view of a favourite spot
Of visitors to Cornwall some say
The Harbour at rest in the eventide
The Sea so gentle and calm
A perfect setting for any Artist
Creating an image of old Cornish charm
But the Sky looking down from above though
Displaying anger with complexity
Of a dark Grey cloud getting lower
And nearly touching the Sea
Unable to cover a beautiful Sunset
Of Light Grey Amber and Gold
Reflecting an image across the water
Showing Mother Nature’s creation to behold
But it won’t be long before darkness falls now
This scene will be devoured by the night
When all that will be seen of Mevagissey
Is it’s very welcoming Harbour Light
Dennis Shrubshall 27th September 2019
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Faced with the scene before you
What image does this photo portray
A different view of a favourite spot
Of visitors to Cornwall some say
The Harbour at rest in the eventide
The Sea so gentle and calm
A perfect setting for any Artist
Creating an image of old Cornish charm
But the Sky looking down from above though
Displaying anger with complexity
Of a dark Grey cloud getting lower
And nearly touching the Sea
Unable to cover a beautiful Sunset
Of Light Grey Amber and Gold
Reflecting an image across the water
Showing Mother Nature’s creation to behold
But it won’t be long before darkness falls now
This scene will be devoured by the night
When all that will be seen of Mevagissey
Is it’s very welcoming Harbour Light
Dennis Shrubshall 27th September 2019
Thank you again Shrubby and for the amazing photo, Kim.
Navy Life .
As a lad I loved to be by the water
And was drawn by the lure of the Sea
Having dreams for the future
As the Sailor I aimed to be
So I joined the Sea Cadets whilst still at school
Then an enrolled Junior Seaman I became
Training for my life in the Navy
A full time-serving Matelot was my aim
The training was hard but I passed with flying colours
And soon an Able Seaman was I
So onwards ever upwards was my ambition
As the days, months and years passed quickly by
I’d worked with Stokers in the bowels of the ship
And did a stint on the Guns and Armour as well
To build on the image of a fully- fledged Sailor
Though at times it seemed like going through hell
I eventually rose to the rank of C P O
But my Service life was coming to an end
And when I walked through the Dockyard Gates, for the last time
Into Civilian Life I did again descend
Where I once again worked until retirement
On Security for the M O D
Keeping my lifetime ambition
Of an affinity with the Sea
But when I once again faced retirement
I’d served the Queen and the Country without shame
And what I received as a timely reminder
Was a beautiful Maritime Zimmer Frame.
Dennis Shrubshall 28th September 2019
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As a lad I loved to be by the water
And was drawn by the lure of the Sea
Having dreams for the future
As the Sailor I aimed to be
So I joined the Sea Cadets whilst still at school
Then an enrolled Junior Seaman I became
Training for my life in the Navy
A full time-serving Matelot was my aim
The training was hard but I passed with flying colours
And soon an Able Seaman was I
So onwards ever upwards was my ambition
As the days, months and years passed quickly by
I’d worked with Stokers in the bowels of the ship
And did a stint on the Guns and Armour as well
To build on the image of a fully- fledged Sailor
Though at times it seemed like going through hell
I eventually rose to the rank of C P O
But my Service life was coming to an end
And when I walked through the Dockyard Gates, for the last time
Into Civilian Life I did again descend
Where I once again worked until retirement
On Security for the M O D
Keeping my lifetime ambition
Of an affinity with the Sea
But when I once again faced retirement
I’d served the Queen and the Country without shame
And what I received as a timely reminder
Was a beautiful Maritime Zimmer Frame.
Dennis Shrubshall 28th September 2019
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Got it at last !! Thanks again Shrubby, great stuff.
Oh! To be in Essex now that Autumn’s here
As one travels the lanes and byways
Of a rural community
The changing signs of the Seasons
Are very plain to see
You’ve seen Spring come and go
With Tulips and Daffodils galore
With Regal Camelias and colourful Magnolias
As Summer comes to the fore
Trees are in blossom and Roses too
Warmth of Sun fills the air
Encouraging plant- life to fruition
Flowers in beauty everywhere
But all too soon the Summer is fading
You’ll notice the morning dew
As you walk through fields and foliage
Showing the spiders webs clearly too
The flowers all now seem to bow theirs heads
As once more their life comes to and end
And in gardens secateurs are now busy “dead heading”
To be used as compost “ The GardenersFriend”
But back to our countryside ramble
Where the trees their leaves have changed
Leaves of Green and Gold and Russett
To form a carpet on the ground neatly arranged
It would appear that Mother Nature works in this way
As her matronly watch on the countryside she’ll keep
Like a blanket to cover the plant life
During their long Winter sleep
So as your countryside ramble is nearing it’s end
At this interesting Season of the year
The words that may be passing through your head
Oh! to be in Essex now that Autumn is here.
Dennis Shrubshall 1st October 2011
As one travels the lanes and byways
Of a rural community
The changing signs of the Seasons
Are very plain to see
You’ve seen Spring come and go
With Tulips and Daffodils galore
With Regal Camelias and colourful Magnolias
As Summer comes to the fore
Trees are in blossom and Roses too
Warmth of Sun fills the air
Encouraging plant- life to fruition
Flowers in beauty everywhere
But all too soon the Summer is fading
You’ll notice the morning dew
As you walk through fields and foliage
Showing the spiders webs clearly too
The flowers all now seem to bow theirs heads
As once more their life comes to and end
And in gardens secateurs are now busy “dead heading”
To be used as compost “ The GardenersFriend”
But back to our countryside ramble
Where the trees their leaves have changed
Leaves of Green and Gold and Russett
To form a carpet on the ground neatly arranged
It would appear that Mother Nature works in this way
As her matronly watch on the countryside she’ll keep
Like a blanket to cover the plant life
During their long Winter sleep
So as your countryside ramble is nearing it’s end
At this interesting Season of the year
The words that may be passing through your head
Oh! to be in Essex now that Autumn is here.
Dennis Shrubshall 1st October 2011
The open road
Out for a ramble on Sunday
As many people tend to do
Having worked all through the week
Now looking for pastures anew
Taking advantage of Mother Nature
As down the gravel road they plod
Following perhaps in the footsteps
Where many before have trod
Looking from beneath the trees around us
Shielding the Sun from the Skies
Waiting for us to enter beyond
Maybe a pleasant surprise
The greenery that stretches before us
And on the horizon yet more trees
Are they hiding some items of interest
Hidden beauty our minds to please
So liken it now to the path of Life
Where the future nobody knows
Sometimes though each step may be slippery
Only you know the route you chose
Onward ever onward your feet with firm tread
Recording each sign along the way
What may lie ahead is always in your thoughts
Not even a fortune teller could rightly say
And always ahead lies the future
Sometimes Sunny and bright
Maybe walking through storm and tempest
Hoping things will turn out right
Walk on Walk on along Life’s busy road
And surely you’ll reach your goal
Even on the darkest days you’ll manage
With faith in your Heart & Soul
Dennis Shrubshall 8th February 2018
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Out for a ramble on Sunday
As many people tend to do
Having worked all through the week
Now looking for pastures anew
Taking advantage of Mother Nature
As down the gravel road they plod
Following perhaps in the footsteps
Where many before have trod
Looking from beneath the trees around us
Shielding the Sun from the Skies
Waiting for us to enter beyond
Maybe a pleasant surprise
The greenery that stretches before us
And on the horizon yet more trees
Are they hiding some items of interest
Hidden beauty our minds to please
So liken it now to the path of Life
Where the future nobody knows
Sometimes though each step may be slippery
Only you know the route you chose
Onward ever onward your feet with firm tread
Recording each sign along the way
What may lie ahead is always in your thoughts
Not even a fortune teller could rightly say
And always ahead lies the future
Sometimes Sunny and bright
Maybe walking through storm and tempest
Hoping things will turn out right
Walk on Walk on along Life’s busy road
And surely you’ll reach your goal
Even on the darkest days you’ll manage
With faith in your Heart & Soul
Dennis Shrubshall 8th February 2018
Thank you so much for these Shrubby, I just love 'em!!
Moonlight Princess.
Standing by the water’s edge
Amid the wonders of night
Illuminated by the fullness of the Moon
Making the Sky seem so bright
Creating a beam across the water
Like a mirror reflecting the light
To where a solitary figure is standing
Like a Spectre and awesome sight
A young damsel in deep thought maybe
Searching a troubled mind
For the answer to life’s problems
Which she’s hoping are now left behind
As she gently steps into the water
Holding ankle high her dress
Creating a formidable image
Of a Moonlight Princess
And who knows where this may lead her
As homeward steps she’ll take
With an everlasting Memory
Of a Moonlight Princess by the lake
Dennis Shrubshall 8th October 2019
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Standing by the water’s edge
Amid the wonders of night
Illuminated by the fullness of the Moon
Making the Sky seem so bright
Creating a beam across the water
Like a mirror reflecting the light
To where a solitary figure is standing
Like a Spectre and awesome sight
A young damsel in deep thought maybe
Searching a troubled mind
For the answer to life’s problems
Which she’s hoping are now left behind
As she gently steps into the water
Holding ankle high her dress
Creating a formidable image
Of a Moonlight Princess
And who knows where this may lead her
As homeward steps she’ll take
With an everlasting Memory
Of a Moonlight Princess by the lake
Dennis Shrubshall 8th October 2019
Just beautiful, Shrubby, thanks again.
Church of St. Ina
History has many a tale to tell
And today I’ve learned something new
When the beautiful old church seen here now
From Wales in the past came into view
St Ina’s the church of Llanina
Dates back to the 7th Century in time
When a certain King of Wessex
Was shipwrecked and rescued in his prime
He built the first church to show gratitude
For his deliverance from the Sea to the shore
But that was lost to coastal erosion
As were quite a few more
The one we see here may be the Seventh
Built on or near the original site
In or about 1810
To cover the church goers plight
The church is located near Cai Bach and New Quay
With a lychgate at the boundary of the churchyard
Not much remains of Medieval origin
Except a few articles of high regard
The arcaded Font is 13th Century
One of the first in Wales it would seem
And across the West End of the nave
From a Medieval Rood Screen there’s the Beam
The church is now a grade 2 listed building
Erected from local rubble and stone
Restored in 1905 with new rood and seating
And a new Vestry of it’s own
Probably the smallest church in Cardingonshire
Where 88 Parishioners could share the Pews
Both Chapels were appropriated to St Davids Cathedral
Leaving local residents to choose
Dennis Shrubshall 24th October 2019
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History has many a tale to tell
And today I’ve learned something new
When the beautiful old church seen here now
From Wales in the past came into view
St Ina’s the church of Llanina
Dates back to the 7th Century in time
When a certain King of Wessex
Was shipwrecked and rescued in his prime
He built the first church to show gratitude
For his deliverance from the Sea to the shore
But that was lost to coastal erosion
As were quite a few more
The one we see here may be the Seventh
Built on or near the original site
In or about 1810
To cover the church goers plight
The church is located near Cai Bach and New Quay
With a lychgate at the boundary of the churchyard
Not much remains of Medieval origin
Except a few articles of high regard
The arcaded Font is 13th Century
One of the first in Wales it would seem
And across the West End of the nave
From a Medieval Rood Screen there’s the Beam
The church is now a grade 2 listed building
Erected from local rubble and stone
Restored in 1905 with new rood and seating
And a new Vestry of it’s own
Probably the smallest church in Cardingonshire
Where 88 Parishioners could share the Pews
Both Chapels were appropriated to St Davids Cathedral
Leaving local residents to choose
Dennis Shrubshall 24th October 2019
Originally Posted by Poet –
When I first saw the photo. Denis, would have sworn that it was Lilstock near East Quantockshead! Not so of course. Lilstock Church (sorry I can't recall the dedication) but is in a pretty setting, maintained by volunteers, always open for visitors and just once in a while holds a service. Cheers, Syd.
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The Evacuee's
Folkestone's train Station was a sad place that day,
With scores of children being sent away,
On the platform they waited, names on their label,
Carrying gas masks, those that were able.
The Battle of Britain had been fought and won,
But still the bombers continued to come,
The safety of children was an issue to solve,
So to send them to safe places a plan was evolved,
A young girl only nine, with her brother aged three,
Were standing together as quiet as can be,
They'd just left their Mother, at home quietly weeping,
As her children departed safe sanctuary seeking.
The train steamed away at a slow pace,
It soon picked up speed and started to race,
It's cargo of Children frightened and pale,
Leaving their families that they all loved so well.
They hadn't been told where they were going,
Their future uncertain, no way of knowing,
Who would look after them, where would they stay,
Would they come back to their families one day?
The train's momentum rocked many to sleep,
Some sat quietly, others tried not to weep,
At journey's end to a large hall they were sent,
To await kind host families was the intent.
Bleary eyed they sat patiently, until made aware,
Of volunteer families who said they would care,
As dusk came, only two children were untaken,
A girl and her brother had both been forsaken.
Many had said, "we'll take her but not the other"
The girl would reply, "I come with my brother,"
Then a couple who had turned up late came in,
"We'll take them both," they knew they'd not win.
Because my sister was adamant, she wouldn't be parted,
Tackling this nine year old wasn't for the faint hearted!
We'd always lived together down by the sea,
And we would continue to do so, as evacuee's..........
The young girl returned after the war, with her little brother.
To the siblings they’d missed and were reunited with mother,
The family was quite large and she helped mum, who fell ill,
Sadly mum never recovered, but our sister cared for us still.
As the years went on by and her siblings grew and could cope,
She found happiness with her own beau as we’d always hoped,
She excitedly left Folkestone to marry, eager to start a new life,
Enjoying many happy, well deserved times as a mother and wife.
She eventually returned to her birth place after many years,
Dogged by ill health, being cared for, she shed many tears,
In the year 2019, her fight ended, she lost her battle to remain,
I’ll never forget my big sister, her care, or that journey by train!
Gerry Stone. 2019
Folkestone's train Station was a sad place that day,
With scores of children being sent away,
On the platform they waited, names on their label,
Carrying gas masks, those that were able.
The Battle of Britain had been fought and won,
But still the bombers continued to come,
The safety of children was an issue to solve,
So to send them to safe places a plan was evolved,
A young girl only nine, with her brother aged three,
Were standing together as quiet as can be,
They'd just left their Mother, at home quietly weeping,
As her children departed safe sanctuary seeking.
The train steamed away at a slow pace,
It soon picked up speed and started to race,
It's cargo of Children frightened and pale,
Leaving their families that they all loved so well.
They hadn't been told where they were going,
Their future uncertain, no way of knowing,
Who would look after them, where would they stay,
Would they come back to their families one day?
The train's momentum rocked many to sleep,
Some sat quietly, others tried not to weep,
At journey's end to a large hall they were sent,
To await kind host families was the intent.
Bleary eyed they sat patiently, until made aware,
Of volunteer families who said they would care,
As dusk came, only two children were untaken,
A girl and her brother had both been forsaken.
Many had said, "we'll take her but not the other"
The girl would reply, "I come with my brother,"
Then a couple who had turned up late came in,
"We'll take them both," they knew they'd not win.
Because my sister was adamant, she wouldn't be parted,
Tackling this nine year old wasn't for the faint hearted!
We'd always lived together down by the sea,
And we would continue to do so, as evacuee's..........
The young girl returned after the war, with her little brother.
To the siblings they’d missed and were reunited with mother,
The family was quite large and she helped mum, who fell ill,
Sadly mum never recovered, but our sister cared for us still.
As the years went on by and her siblings grew and could cope,
She found happiness with her own beau as we’d always hoped,
She excitedly left Folkestone to marry, eager to start a new life,
Enjoying many happy, well deserved times as a mother and wife.
She eventually returned to her birth place after many years,
Dogged by ill health, being cared for, she shed many tears,
In the year 2019, her fight ended, she lost her battle to remain,
I’ll never forget my big sister, her care, or that journey by train!
Gerry Stone. 2019
Originally Posted by Gerry Stone
Tears in my eyes Gerry, thank you.
Keep your hanky handy Kim here's another
MEMORIES
When I was asked my Memory to jolt
And write of something past
My pen to paper quickly put
And words came think and fast
Though phrases and words
They simple might be
Through the eyes of a six year old child I see
peace is shattered
War's declared
To fight the enemy they're getting prepared
Its l940 and here we see
The start of the Evacuee
In school playground children stand
Willingly taken by the hand
By Teachers, some with tears,
Because of young and tender years
To board the Buses, where are they going,
Children nor Parents even knowing
From the School down to the Station
ready for Evacuation
From the Buses we follow like sheep
The Teachers, who know we’ll sleep
Away from Guns & Bombs & Slaughter
When country lanes will ring with laughter
On the train some children crying
From parents they’ve suddenly parted
With a shout from the Guard
And the Shriek of his whistle
Our mistery journey has started
The tears subside, the time is right
We children try to cuddle tight
From the windows we patiently watch
For a sign of where we are going, to catch
Another Cow, a Tractor, a Station
Perhaps we’re nearer our destination
Out of the Train, onto the Coach
Down the lanes as we approach
The country village where we must stay
To live, to learn and to play
In the Village Hall we stand and wait
For Villagers to decide our fate
hey look at the labels on our coats
Our name is all that it denotes
But it makes us look so humble
When asked our Names we can only mumble
Are we frightened, is it fear
We’re so very tired, we don’t really care
As they wander up and down the rows
For a glimpse of the child they’ll eventually choose
Pretty Girls and charming Boys
Are finding homes quite fast
But the scruffy and the naughty ones
Are being left till last
The Hall is now quite empty
There’s only five of us now
Three little brothers from Barking
And my Brother and I, somehow
When we left we gave Mother a promise
Together we’d stay, side by side
We wouldn’t be separated
No matter how Villagers tried
The other boys have disappeared now
Our hopes are beginning to fade
When along came our substitute Parents
And a lifelong friendship was made
They kept us and fed us like sons of their own
A hardy and strenuous task
And all they got for the effort, ‘cept our Love
Was “ten bob” a week, too much to ask.
D. Shrubshall
1973
MEMORIES
When I was asked my Memory to jolt
And write of something past
My pen to paper quickly put
And words came think and fast
Though phrases and words
They simple might be
Through the eyes of a six year old child I see
peace is shattered
War's declared
To fight the enemy they're getting prepared
Its l940 and here we see
The start of the Evacuee
In school playground children stand
Willingly taken by the hand
By Teachers, some with tears,
Because of young and tender years
To board the Buses, where are they going,
Children nor Parents even knowing
From the School down to the Station
ready for Evacuation
From the Buses we follow like sheep
The Teachers, who know we’ll sleep
Away from Guns & Bombs & Slaughter
When country lanes will ring with laughter
On the train some children crying
From parents they’ve suddenly parted
With a shout from the Guard
And the Shriek of his whistle
Our mistery journey has started
The tears subside, the time is right
We children try to cuddle tight
From the windows we patiently watch
For a sign of where we are going, to catch
Another Cow, a Tractor, a Station
Perhaps we’re nearer our destination
Out of the Train, onto the Coach
Down the lanes as we approach
The country village where we must stay
To live, to learn and to play
In the Village Hall we stand and wait
For Villagers to decide our fate
hey look at the labels on our coats
Our name is all that it denotes
But it makes us look so humble
When asked our Names we can only mumble
Are we frightened, is it fear
We’re so very tired, we don’t really care
As they wander up and down the rows
For a glimpse of the child they’ll eventually choose
Pretty Girls and charming Boys
Are finding homes quite fast
But the scruffy and the naughty ones
Are being left till last
The Hall is now quite empty
There’s only five of us now
Three little brothers from Barking
And my Brother and I, somehow
When we left we gave Mother a promise
Together we’d stay, side by side
We wouldn’t be separated
No matter how Villagers tried
The other boys have disappeared now
Our hopes are beginning to fade
When along came our substitute Parents
And a lifelong friendship was made
They kept us and fed us like sons of their own
A hardy and strenuous task
And all they got for the effort, ‘cept our Love
Was “ten bob” a week, too much to ask.
D. Shrubshall
1973
Originally Posted by Poet –
Thank you Shrubby - hanky now rather wet, love Kim x
Paula Fay
October 9 at 10:51 PM
Rare photo of World War I soldiers paying tribute to 8 million horses, mules, and donkeys lost in World War I. Beautiful.
Warhorse
At the start of W W 1 it seems
The Strategy of Warfare had changed
No longer was the Horse mounted Cavalry
The best defence that could be arranged
But the horse was now essential
In many a various role
For movement of men and equipment
But the enemy machine guns took a heavy toll
They were used by the Artillery
Pulling Guns and Ammunition
Moving troops and Ambulances
For the injured and men in serious condition
The use of Horses was paramount
As they countered the weather rain and mud
Where motorised and tracked vehicles
Were seldom suitable or any good
But their losses were heavy
Through gunfire and lack of care
Fodder was insufficient
For all the animals to have enough to share
Apart from all heavy horses there were Mules and Donkeys too
With heavy packs upon their backs to keep supplies coming through
Through lack of food and injuries
Many Animals fell and died
And the rotting carcases spread disease
To the troops who passed by their side
Looking back it’s hard to imagine
What World War 1 had cost
8 Million Horses Mules and Donkeys
And 900,000 Military men’s lives were lost
Dennis Shrubshall 27th October 2019
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October 9 at 10:51 PM
Rare photo of World War I soldiers paying tribute to 8 million horses, mules, and donkeys lost in World War I. Beautiful.
Warhorse
At the start of W W 1 it seems
The Strategy of Warfare had changed
No longer was the Horse mounted Cavalry
The best defence that could be arranged
But the horse was now essential
In many a various role
For movement of men and equipment
But the enemy machine guns took a heavy toll
They were used by the Artillery
Pulling Guns and Ammunition
Moving troops and Ambulances
For the injured and men in serious condition
The use of Horses was paramount
As they countered the weather rain and mud
Where motorised and tracked vehicles
Were seldom suitable or any good
But their losses were heavy
Through gunfire and lack of care
Fodder was insufficient
For all the animals to have enough to share
Apart from all heavy horses there were Mules and Donkeys too
With heavy packs upon their backs to keep supplies coming through
Through lack of food and injuries
Many Animals fell and died
And the rotting carcases spread disease
To the troops who passed by their side
Looking back it’s hard to imagine
What World War 1 had cost
8 Million Horses Mules and Donkeys
And 900,000 Military men’s lives were lost
Dennis Shrubshall 27th October 2019
Originally Posted by Poet –
Thank you again Shrubby, brings more tears to my eye, Kim x
Dream Cake
Close your eyes and think back now
To the younger years of your life
When you lived your days to the full then
Free from all trouble and strife
Working hard on a new career
With plenty of free time for leisure
Making some new friendships perhaps
Enjoying a pastime for pleasure
Ballroom dancing came into your life
With your particular Beaux or Belle
Would this be a lasting friendship
Only time will tell
Night after night in the Ballroom
As you glide across the floor
With each step gaining expertise
That you’ve never known before
Then came the competitions
To put all your skills to the test
Hoping that each step and each turn
Will convince Judges that you’re the best
You’re both tired and elated now
AS your way to the Winners Rostrum make
To accept the Judges Presentation
Of the Dancing Partners Dream Cake.
Dennis Shrubshall 28th October 2019
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Close your eyes and think back now
To the younger years of your life
When you lived your days to the full then
Free from all trouble and strife
Working hard on a new career
With plenty of free time for leisure
Making some new friendships perhaps
Enjoying a pastime for pleasure
Ballroom dancing came into your life
With your particular Beaux or Belle
Would this be a lasting friendship
Only time will tell
Night after night in the Ballroom
As you glide across the floor
With each step gaining expertise
That you’ve never known before
Then came the competitions
To put all your skills to the test
Hoping that each step and each turn
Will convince Judges that you’re the best
You’re both tired and elated now
AS your way to the Winners Rostrum make
To accept the Judges Presentation
Of the Dancing Partners Dream Cake.
Dennis Shrubshall 28th October 2019
Originally Posted by Poet –
Just dreamy Shrubby, what memories !! Dance in the old fashioned way!!! Kim.
Chalkwell Sunrise
It’s early in the morning
As here on the Station I wait
Making sure of an early start
To be in my office in London by Eight
And after a shower of rain overnight
The Platform and seating is wet
But I am viewing a beautiful Sunrise
One I shall never forget
A Sky of Dark Blue Mauve and Grey
And an hint of the early Sun
With a band of Orange edged with amber
This glorious day has begun
The solemnity of the water
As it gently kisses the shore
Bringing pleasure to Seafaring folk
As in many times before
The Fishermen who look to the Sea for a living
And those who enjoy life under Sail
Canoeists Jet Skiers and Wind Surfers
All hoping suitable weather will prevail
And there in the distance Southend proudly stands
With the World’s longest pedestrian Pier
And many other enticements for entertainment and enjoyment
That bring many thousands upon thousands of visitors year on year
Dennis Shrubshall 27th October 2019
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It’s early in the morning
As here on the Station I wait
Making sure of an early start
To be in my office in London by Eight
And after a shower of rain overnight
The Platform and seating is wet
But I am viewing a beautiful Sunrise
One I shall never forget
A Sky of Dark Blue Mauve and Grey
And an hint of the early Sun
With a band of Orange edged with amber
This glorious day has begun
The solemnity of the water
As it gently kisses the shore
Bringing pleasure to Seafaring folk
As in many times before
The Fishermen who look to the Sea for a living
And those who enjoy life under Sail
Canoeists Jet Skiers and Wind Surfers
All hoping suitable weather will prevail
And there in the distance Southend proudly stands
With the World’s longest pedestrian Pier
And many other enticements for entertainment and enjoyment
That bring many thousands upon thousands of visitors year on year
Dennis Shrubshall 27th October 2019
Do not grieve too long for me.
I lie here, oh so silent, for no one knows I'm here ,
I feel no pain or hurt beneath the dirt of Flanders fields,
The moment that I parted life was instant, sharp and clear ,
But do not grieve too long for me, tis but my body here.
For all we fallen rise again to freedom only known,
To those like we, who live for ever, as o'er the world we roam,
We gambol just like young men do when out at liberty,
We move like birds so effortless, over land and over sea.
We know the secrets and the way towards the Elysian fields,
There's none that will gainsay us, for everybody yields,
We call into Valhalla and quaff an ale or two,
With all the other heroes known from here to Timbuctoo.
We tread so lightly that we leave no earthly marks behind,
We shake the hand of friendship to foe and friend in kind,
For fighting men do honour those who battle true and fair,
And we offer them a place with us and point them to a chair.
And yet we miss the ones we love, the ones we left for war,
But they are from a former life, the one we use to share,
So do not grieve too long for us, we are free beyond all knowing,
And now my friends I leave you, for I hear the bugle blowing.
Terry Carey.
29th October, 2019.
I lie here, oh so silent, for no one knows I'm here ,
I feel no pain or hurt beneath the dirt of Flanders fields,
The moment that I parted life was instant, sharp and clear ,
But do not grieve too long for me, tis but my body here.
For all we fallen rise again to freedom only known,
To those like we, who live for ever, as o'er the world we roam,
We gambol just like young men do when out at liberty,
We move like birds so effortless, over land and over sea.
We know the secrets and the way towards the Elysian fields,
There's none that will gainsay us, for everybody yields,
We call into Valhalla and quaff an ale or two,
With all the other heroes known from here to Timbuctoo.
We tread so lightly that we leave no earthly marks behind,
We shake the hand of friendship to foe and friend in kind,
For fighting men do honour those who battle true and fair,
And we offer them a place with us and point them to a chair.
And yet we miss the ones we love, the ones we left for war,
But they are from a former life, the one we use to share,
So do not grieve too long for us, we are free beyond all knowing,
And now my friends I leave you, for I hear the bugle blowing.
Terry Carey.
29th October, 2019.
Originally Posted by Poet –
Thanks again Shrubby and for the lovely photo, Kim.
Originally Posted by Terry Carey
You have brought another tear to my eye Terry, thank you for this.
Thanks Kim,
I always appreciate your opinion. I wondered if anyone would think it worthwhile and just wish I'd got my original thoughts down. The problem is that thoughts are fleeting and it's wisest to get them written down before they melt into a half remembered mistiness.
Just read it through again - it's growing on me!
I always appreciate your opinion. I wondered if anyone would think it worthwhile and just wish I'd got my original thoughts down. The problem is that thoughts are fleeting and it's wisest to get them written down before they melt into a half remembered mistiness.
Just read it through again - it's growing on me!
Hallowe'en
I'm just an ordinary Pumpkin
That people like to buy
And then they peel and scrape me
And put me in a pie
But at this time of year it's different
As biggest ones are sought
I'm lying on the back of the stall
Cos I shudder at the thought
Of someone carving me about
And glowering over the task
To eventually turn me into
One horrific mask
To celebrate Hallowe'en and frighten
I think it's so unkind
Especially when they finish
And place the big candle up my behind lol
Dennis Shrubshall 31st October 2015
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I'm just an ordinary Pumpkin
That people like to buy
And then they peel and scrape me
And put me in a pie
But at this time of year it's different
As biggest ones are sought
I'm lying on the back of the stall
Cos I shudder at the thought
Of someone carving me about
And glowering over the task
To eventually turn me into
One horrific mask
To celebrate Hallowe'en and frighten
I think it's so unkind
Especially when they finish
And place the big candle up my behind lol
Dennis Shrubshall 31st October 2015
Originally Posted by Poet –
Nice one Shrubby!!!
Sunset under oars
Oh to be under oars at Sunset
Gliding across the water at speed
Blades gently caressing the surface
Try a personal best to exceed
Idyllic the scene before us
Set against a Radiant Sky
Purple Amber Cream and Gold
Viewed by a critical eye
Reflected now on the calm waters
As though under a giant coloured shroud
Where the strength of the setting Sun
Beautifully colours the low lying cloud
Soon it’s time for the oars now laying at rest
And the skiff’s pair to pull at gathering speed
To glide quickly again across the surface
Constant practice is the only way to succeed
Dennis Shrubshall 1st November 2019
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Oh to be under oars at Sunset
Gliding across the water at speed
Blades gently caressing the surface
Try a personal best to exceed
Idyllic the scene before us
Set against a Radiant Sky
Purple Amber Cream and Gold
Viewed by a critical eye
Reflected now on the calm waters
As though under a giant coloured shroud
Where the strength of the setting Sun
Beautifully colours the low lying cloud
Soon it’s time for the oars now laying at rest
And the skiff’s pair to pull at gathering speed
To glide quickly again across the surface
Constant practice is the only way to succeed
Dennis Shrubshall 1st November 2019
Originally Posted by Poet –
Thanks again Shrubby - brilliant photo too !!!
Soldiers of the King.
We’re Soldiers of the king my lads
And we answered the Nations Call
To fight the Country’s Oppressors
All for one and one for all
For we worked as a team against overpowering odds
In our efforts to beat the Foe
To liberate other friendly Allies
And the result we may never know
We fought the fight the best we knew how
In conditions which were bad at the time
Living in trenches no shelter from the weather
The smell of Gas Cordite and the mud and slime
The battles were horrific on the body and the mind
With little time to ever sleep or rest
Ever conscious of the threat of yet another onslaught
We just had to fight and do our level best
But sadly the casualties were many
Where many thousands of young lives were lost
There were others with injuries in their minds and in their souls
Which they carried with them for Life, a part of War’s Human Cost
So arm in arm the injured wandered step by step along the way
Some Sacrificing their tomorrow to let others enjoy their today
Dennis Shrubshall 31st March 2018
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We’re Soldiers of the king my lads
And we answered the Nations Call
To fight the Country’s Oppressors
All for one and one for all
For we worked as a team against overpowering odds
In our efforts to beat the Foe
To liberate other friendly Allies
And the result we may never know
We fought the fight the best we knew how
In conditions which were bad at the time
Living in trenches no shelter from the weather
The smell of Gas Cordite and the mud and slime
The battles were horrific on the body and the mind
With little time to ever sleep or rest
Ever conscious of the threat of yet another onslaught
We just had to fight and do our level best
But sadly the casualties were many
Where many thousands of young lives were lost
There were others with injuries in their minds and in their souls
Which they carried with them for Life, a part of War’s Human Cost
So arm in arm the injured wandered step by step along the way
Some Sacrificing their tomorrow to let others enjoy their today
Dennis Shrubshall 31st March 2018
Originally Posted by Poet –
Splendid stuff, Shrubby. thanks again.
Lakeside Autumn
Oh to be in the countryside
Taking a weekend break
Studying the changing seasons
As i look across the lake
No Sun in the Sky now
Even devoid of cloud
Just a scene that’s overcast
Creating a covering shroud
But the stillness of the water
Reflects a mirrored image all around
Surrounding trees their leaves are falling
Forming a carpet on the ground
But some are floating on the water
A blanket of their own
Slowly obscuring the reflection of the trees
Where now the colours are shown
Gold in the background slightly visible
Then forward changing shades of Green
Amber showing now in fullness
Culminating this idyllic scene
Seasons changing is fascinating
Perhaps Green to Amber and Gold
Leaving us for the coming Winter
With a beautiful vision to behold
Dennis Shrubshall 3rd November 2019
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Oh to be in the countryside
Taking a weekend break
Studying the changing seasons
As i look across the lake
No Sun in the Sky now
Even devoid of cloud
Just a scene that’s overcast
Creating a covering shroud
But the stillness of the water
Reflects a mirrored image all around
Surrounding trees their leaves are falling
Forming a carpet on the ground
But some are floating on the water
A blanket of their own
Slowly obscuring the reflection of the trees
Where now the colours are shown
Gold in the background slightly visible
Then forward changing shades of Green
Amber showing now in fullness
Culminating this idyllic scene
Seasons changing is fascinating
Perhaps Green to Amber and Gold
Leaving us for the coming Winter
With a beautiful vision to behold
Dennis Shrubshall 3rd November 2019
Originally Posted by Poet –
Thank you again Shrubby and for an amazing Autumn photo, Kim.
Chelmsford Cathedral
The site we now know in the centre of Chelmsford
Serving Christianity for 8 Centuries and more
Where first stood the church of St Mary the Virgin
Followed by one or two more
Rebuilt in the 15th and 16th Centuries
Of Flint rubble Brick and Stone
And also a Spired Bell Tower of 13 Bells
With the John Warner of Cripplegate tone
In 1800 the Nave partially collapsed
Rebuilt in Coade Stone with Perpendicular design
And later in 1878 The Chancel was renovated
The best Architecture at that time
After a few years into the 20th Century
A Cathedral this church became
For the newly designated Diocese of Chelmsford
The County town of Essex by name
Anglo American friendship was remembered in 1953
When the South Porch was extended and renovated
And in 1954 additional religious Status
When St Peter and St Cedd were dedicated
In 1983 there was further refurbishment
With new Floor, New seating and Bishop’s Throne
Along with an Altar, a Font and works of art
Another renovation was done
In 2000 a Sculpture was placed above the Chancel arch
Christ in Glory by sculpturist Peter Eugene Hall
Then in 2004 two more works of art were commissioned
As an Altar Frontal and North Transept wall
On 1st June 2012 the Town of Chelmsford was granted City Status
An honour nowhere else in Essex seen
To celebrate the Diamond Jubilee
Of Her Royal Majesty the Queen
Dennis Shrubshall 4th November 2019
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The site we now know in the centre of Chelmsford
Serving Christianity for 8 Centuries and more
Where first stood the church of St Mary the Virgin
Followed by one or two more
Rebuilt in the 15th and 16th Centuries
Of Flint rubble Brick and Stone
And also a Spired Bell Tower of 13 Bells
With the John Warner of Cripplegate tone
In 1800 the Nave partially collapsed
Rebuilt in Coade Stone with Perpendicular design
And later in 1878 The Chancel was renovated
The best Architecture at that time
After a few years into the 20th Century
A Cathedral this church became
For the newly designated Diocese of Chelmsford
The County town of Essex by name
Anglo American friendship was remembered in 1953
When the South Porch was extended and renovated
And in 1954 additional religious Status
When St Peter and St Cedd were dedicated
In 1983 there was further refurbishment
With new Floor, New seating and Bishop’s Throne
Along with an Altar, a Font and works of art
Another renovation was done
In 2000 a Sculpture was placed above the Chancel arch
Christ in Glory by sculpturist Peter Eugene Hall
Then in 2004 two more works of art were commissioned
As an Altar Frontal and North Transept wall
On 1st June 2012 the Town of Chelmsford was granted City Status
An honour nowhere else in Essex seen
To celebrate the Diamond Jubilee
Of Her Royal Majesty the Queen
Dennis Shrubshall 4th November 2019
Welsh Memories
Close your eyes if you will now
And come back with me now in time
Think if you can of the Welsh hills and valleys
As places of leisure to walk or climb
Now look above like a ghost from the past
With a darkening sky of Grey
Lancaster Bombers flying overhead
And lads from Aircrew making their way
Through Poppy Fields of Green and Red
Is it all part of a memory anew
Or even a part of a long lost dream
That perhaps we’re passing through
For over these hills in W W 2
Several planes were known to have crashed
The remains of the debris lies untouched
At the sites where into the ground they smashed
Sadly many of the crews were lost
But gladly some crews did survive
Returning to duty at their various stations
Happy to fly again and alive
Imagine if you will the noise of the engines
Flying over the crew below
Were they in fact lucky survivors of the crash
Or yet more victims of War, we may never know
The tangled mess that lies in those fields
Bedecked with a flag as a sign
That this wreckage lies as a permanent Memorial
To become an unforgettable Shrine
Dennis Shrubshall 6th November 2018
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Close your eyes if you will now
And come back with me now in time
Think if you can of the Welsh hills and valleys
As places of leisure to walk or climb
Now look above like a ghost from the past
With a darkening sky of Grey
Lancaster Bombers flying overhead
And lads from Aircrew making their way
Through Poppy Fields of Green and Red
Is it all part of a memory anew
Or even a part of a long lost dream
That perhaps we’re passing through
For over these hills in W W 2
Several planes were known to have crashed
The remains of the debris lies untouched
At the sites where into the ground they smashed
Sadly many of the crews were lost
But gladly some crews did survive
Returning to duty at their various stations
Happy to fly again and alive
Imagine if you will the noise of the engines
Flying over the crew below
Were they in fact lucky survivors of the crash
Or yet more victims of War, we may never know
The tangled mess that lies in those fields
Bedecked with a flag as a sign
That this wreckage lies as a permanent Memorial
To become an unforgettable Shrine
Dennis Shrubshall 6th November 2018
Originally Posted by Poet –
Hello Shrubby, thanks for this and your previous post, so different but equally important.
The Poppy Fields of Flanders
The Poppy fields are silent now
In Flanders so faraway
Absent from many people’s minds
Except on Remembrance Day
When thoughts once again re-open
On sad & treasured Memories they keep
Of those who gave their lives in battle
So that we and others might sleep
In peace and free from constant threat
Of terrorism or oppression
Whether here within these shores
The British Isles our patriotic possession
“There’ll always be an England
And England shall stay free”
That freedom cost so many lives
Which sadly some find difficult to see
So as we gaze across those Flanders Fields
With Poppies like a huge soft carpet of Red
A constant reminder to the World at large
Of all the wounded and those still lying there dead
Who fought the fight with all their might
Without thought for the devastating tragic cost
They paid with their personal Supreme Sacrifice
These were the thousands of young lives that were lost
Dennis Shrubshall 2nd November 2015
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The Poppy fields are silent now
In Flanders so faraway
Absent from many people’s minds
Except on Remembrance Day
When thoughts once again re-open
On sad & treasured Memories they keep
Of those who gave their lives in battle
So that we and others might sleep
In peace and free from constant threat
Of terrorism or oppression
Whether here within these shores
The British Isles our patriotic possession
“There’ll always be an England
And England shall stay free”
That freedom cost so many lives
Which sadly some find difficult to see
So as we gaze across those Flanders Fields
With Poppies like a huge soft carpet of Red
A constant reminder to the World at large
Of all the wounded and those still lying there dead
Who fought the fight with all their might
Without thought for the devastating tragic cost
They paid with their personal Supreme Sacrifice
These were the thousands of young lives that were lost
Dennis Shrubshall 2nd November 2015
Originally Posted by Poet –
Thank you again, Shrubby, you brought another tear to my eye, Kim x
Together again.
Another lonely night now the family's all gone,
In a cold soulless room with thoughts of the past,
He gets up and switches his laptop back on,
His sole link with the outside, it could be his last.
He compiles a sad message to someone out there,
Heavy hearted he types his message to send,
Then quickly the words on the screen disappear,
As cyber space takes over to seek out a friend.
He walks into the night, as he had many times before,
But this time was different it somehow appeared,
He was determined, resolute as he walked out the door.
Nothing could stop him now, no obstacle feared.
Steadfastly, in sorrow walked to the cliff edge in the mist,
Until hearing the sound of the waves below roaring,
He stopped at the crumbling edge and her photo he kissed,
Whilst standing there sadly, a new day was dawning.
She had run away, disappeared on that terrible night,
They'd been walking together when she ran over the edge,
He peered through the darkness and saw a wonderful sight,
His prayers had been answered she was there on a ledge.
He reached over the edge with new strength her to hold,
A joyful rescuer now, no longer a griever,
As he held her so tightly, said, "Together we'll grow old,"
He'd got his life back and his Golden Retriever!
Gerry Stone.
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Another lonely night now the family's all gone,
In a cold soulless room with thoughts of the past,
He gets up and switches his laptop back on,
His sole link with the outside, it could be his last.
He compiles a sad message to someone out there,
Heavy hearted he types his message to send,
Then quickly the words on the screen disappear,
As cyber space takes over to seek out a friend.
He walks into the night, as he had many times before,
But this time was different it somehow appeared,
He was determined, resolute as he walked out the door.
Nothing could stop him now, no obstacle feared.
Steadfastly, in sorrow walked to the cliff edge in the mist,
Until hearing the sound of the waves below roaring,
He stopped at the crumbling edge and her photo he kissed,
Whilst standing there sadly, a new day was dawning.
She had run away, disappeared on that terrible night,
They'd been walking together when she ran over the edge,
He peered through the darkness and saw a wonderful sight,
His prayers had been answered she was there on a ledge.
He reached over the edge with new strength her to hold,
A joyful rescuer now, no longer a griever,
As he held her so tightly, said, "Together we'll grow old,"
He'd got his life back and his Golden Retriever!
Gerry Stone.
Amistice Day.
It’s 11 am on Armistice Day
A truly reverent scene
Row upon row of yesterday’s Soldiers
Veterans now but just as keen
As they answered the call as young men & Women
To fight for the right to be free
From the possible threat of Dictators
Stealing their country’s liberty
Year after year since 1918
ex Servicemen young and old
Return here to the Cenotaph
To remember fallen colleagues bold
They march so proud, with their heads held high
Chair bound and invalids too
To honour the dead and fallen
Brothers in arms through and through
Every possible Service represented there
Thinking as one, in accord
There were those who saved their homeland
Those who fought terrorism abroad
With their heads to the right, as they pass the Queen
To give the time-honoured salute
Today they’re here to pay homage
From the Veterans to the raw recruit
They’ve come to a halt and there’s silence
For the Service and then the wreath’s are laid
Then as one the heads and standards are lowered
Each in his own way prayed
In unison with the lone Bugler
As he blew the Last Post
Many with a tear on their faces
Remembering their personal Ghost
Of battles past when colleagues they’d lost
Tho’ never far from their mind
And on an occasion such as this
Comfort and peace they can find
The call now comes for “ Attenshun”
The Bearers their Standards now raise
The Old Soldiers march off in formation
To conclude one of Britain’s proudest Military Displays.
Dennis Shrubshall 9th November 2008
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It’s 11 am on Armistice Day
A truly reverent scene
Row upon row of yesterday’s Soldiers
Veterans now but just as keen
As they answered the call as young men & Women
To fight for the right to be free
From the possible threat of Dictators
Stealing their country’s liberty
Year after year since 1918
ex Servicemen young and old
Return here to the Cenotaph
To remember fallen colleagues bold
They march so proud, with their heads held high
Chair bound and invalids too
To honour the dead and fallen
Brothers in arms through and through
Every possible Service represented there
Thinking as one, in accord
There were those who saved their homeland
Those who fought terrorism abroad
With their heads to the right, as they pass the Queen
To give the time-honoured salute
Today they’re here to pay homage
From the Veterans to the raw recruit
They’ve come to a halt and there’s silence
For the Service and then the wreath’s are laid
Then as one the heads and standards are lowered
Each in his own way prayed
In unison with the lone Bugler
As he blew the Last Post
Many with a tear on their faces
Remembering their personal Ghost
Of battles past when colleagues they’d lost
Tho’ never far from their mind
And on an occasion such as this
Comfort and peace they can find
The call now comes for “ Attenshun”
The Bearers their Standards now raise
The Old Soldiers march off in formation
To conclude one of Britain’s proudest Military Displays.
Dennis Shrubshall 9th November 2008
Originally Posted by Gerry Stone
This is very touching, Gerry, and what a gorgeous photo too, thank you!!
Originally Posted by Poet –
There are tears in my eyes right now, Shrubby, thank you for this, love Kim x
The Lone Soldier
A solitary figure stands
With arms reversed once more
Eyes closed in thought perhaps
As though with memories of War
Thinking of the battles fought
The smell , the trauma and the noise
Remembering those colleagues lost
Some of them merely boys
He stands there with legs at ease
Among those Poppies strewn
The message he seems to be sending
That some forget too soon
The Ultimate Sacrifice paid by many
Who formed our Military might
Even against extreme adversity
They did carry on and fight
Till Victory was in their grasp
And Peace came back into sight
So now for over 100 years
The memories are ever strong
And still we have Military men
To tackle whatever comes along
So stand with me if you will now
At the going down of the Sun
We will always remember the Sacrifice they made
Each and every one
Dennis Shrubshall 8th November 2017
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A solitary figure stands
With arms reversed once more
Eyes closed in thought perhaps
As though with memories of War
Thinking of the battles fought
The smell , the trauma and the noise
Remembering those colleagues lost
Some of them merely boys
He stands there with legs at ease
Among those Poppies strewn
The message he seems to be sending
That some forget too soon
The Ultimate Sacrifice paid by many
Who formed our Military might
Even against extreme adversity
They did carry on and fight
Till Victory was in their grasp
And Peace came back into sight
So now for over 100 years
The memories are ever strong
And still we have Military men
To tackle whatever comes along
So stand with me if you will now
At the going down of the Sun
We will always remember the Sacrifice they made
Each and every one
Dennis Shrubshall 8th November 2017
Ladies at War.
When a country is faced with aggression
Such as happened in 1939
It made everybody sit up and think
And brought men and women in to line
For everyone knows of how the men went to War
Leaving wives and children at home
But the ladies had to play their part as well
No longer on shopping soiree’s they could roam
Many opted to join the Military
And wear Khaki or the 2 shades of Blue
But others choice was Nursing or the Land Army
Roles important to the Country too
For the Land Girls had to carry out the tasks
The Farm labourers left behind
When they went to fight for their country
Which is how their spirit was defined
There were ladies driving Buses
And conductresses as well
Even Ladies of the Salvation Army
What tales they had to tell
In their Uniforms were the A T S
The W A A F’s and Little Jenny W R N
Fighting the War in the different ways
Until Peace came once again
So when we stand in silence
In remembrance of Military victims of War
We must also remember the ladies too
Whose importance nobody foresaw
Picture these ladies now standing together
In Poppy fields with Lancasters overhead
As though in a dream of long ago
Whilst the Service is being read
So let us remember all who served their country
At the going down of the Sun
Many gave their tomorrow for our today
We remember them each and every one
Dennis Shrubshall 10th November 2018
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When a country is faced with aggression
Such as happened in 1939
It made everybody sit up and think
And brought men and women in to line
For everyone knows of how the men went to War
Leaving wives and children at home
But the ladies had to play their part as well
No longer on shopping soiree’s they could roam
Many opted to join the Military
And wear Khaki or the 2 shades of Blue
But others choice was Nursing or the Land Army
Roles important to the Country too
For the Land Girls had to carry out the tasks
The Farm labourers left behind
When they went to fight for their country
Which is how their spirit was defined
There were ladies driving Buses
And conductresses as well
Even Ladies of the Salvation Army
What tales they had to tell
In their Uniforms were the A T S
The W A A F’s and Little Jenny W R N
Fighting the War in the different ways
Until Peace came once again
So when we stand in silence
In remembrance of Military victims of War
We must also remember the ladies too
Whose importance nobody foresaw
Picture these ladies now standing together
In Poppy fields with Lancasters overhead
As though in a dream of long ago
Whilst the Service is being read
So let us remember all who served their country
At the going down of the Sun
Many gave their tomorrow for our today
We remember them each and every one
Dennis Shrubshall 10th November 2018
Originally Posted by Poet –
Thanks again Shrubby for your last two offerings, especially the photos - they have brought more little tears. Love Kim x
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Seasons.
Looking out on the garden as Winter progresses,
Thinking of Summer and friends that have passed,
Inspired by the plants that survived many stresses,
They sleep out the Winter until Spring arrives at last!
When Spring arrives the garden will awaken again,
Many flowers, especially daffodils brighten our life,
I can work in the garden, hopefully not in the rain,
If the weather is foul, it could be a task for the wife!
I’ve delegated this job with tongue firmly in cheek,
As even I know that this won’t come to pass,
She’ll provide me with a hat and wellies that leak,
And I’ll get out the mower and then cut the grass!
Summer to look forward to, forgetting the gloom,
To enjoy the outdoors again will be a great treat,
Tending the garden as it all comes into full bloom,
When ‘er indoors is not looking, a doze on the seat!
Autumn’s the next season after the Summer posies,
A time when falling leaves take on a colourful hue,
Now it’s time to gather the leaves; prune the roses,
Then to tidy the garden before Autumn is through.
Gerry Stone. November 2019
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Looking out on the garden as Winter progresses,
Thinking of Summer and friends that have passed,
Inspired by the plants that survived many stresses,
They sleep out the Winter until Spring arrives at last!
When Spring arrives the garden will awaken again,
Many flowers, especially daffodils brighten our life,
I can work in the garden, hopefully not in the rain,
If the weather is foul, it could be a task for the wife!
I’ve delegated this job with tongue firmly in cheek,
As even I know that this won’t come to pass,
She’ll provide me with a hat and wellies that leak,
And I’ll get out the mower and then cut the grass!
Summer to look forward to, forgetting the gloom,
To enjoy the outdoors again will be a great treat,
Tending the garden as it all comes into full bloom,
When ‘er indoors is not looking, a doze on the seat!
Autumn’s the next season after the Summer posies,
A time when falling leaves take on a colourful hue,
Now it’s time to gather the leaves; prune the roses,
Then to tidy the garden before Autumn is through.
Gerry Stone. November 2019