I love the peace of my river As it flows in and out to the sea Moving slowly but determined It soothes the stress from me. The gulls that cry in the morning Or the Curlew chortle at night Seems to calm my inner soul And makes everything seem right. So no need for pills or alcohol Happiness is within easy reach When the salt waters of my river Lap softly at the beach.
Tag: Calm
An August Evening with Amy
What more could I ever want On an evening such as this A Blackwater River sun setting And the wind now light as a kiss. Spring here can be magical With the promise of summer to come But watery suns threatening autumn Are much preferred by some. Pause for a moment with the oars still And gaze at the lowering sun's glow We drift briefly on the slack water Then turn our bow to go. Such a simple joy to embrace Calm, quiet, and sublime We should do it much more often We just need to make the time. 30th August 2013
No Escape
Sitting amidst green glory on a hillside quiet alone on the gentle wind now comes the chime of a mobile phone. But for a while I am at peace and God is in his heaven and from my left comes the drone of the busy A127. Around me are just trees and hedges and it's good to be alive who cares about the incessant hum of the M25? I dig deep within me for calm and solace but even as I delve just over that hedge to my east buzzes the old A12. I look up to the blue sky for clarity but then I surely know there will be a line of planes letting down to land at Heathrow. We live on a lovely island and are glad that that is so but if one needs peace and quiet just where are we supposed to go?
Rocks in the River
Life is a flowing river Sometimes calm Sometimes swollen and fast Fed by many streams of activity as a result of storms. There are some strong people in the stream who stand ever firm and who we can always reach for as we are being swept past. They seem to be set securely in firm clay while we scramble on loose shale You can hold on to them until the water is calm again and you can let go. Perhaps we should endeavour to work on our own foothold So in turn we can reach into the rushing waters of someone else's life and be their rock in the river.
A Blackwater Evening
An incredible sunset in a flat blue sky A calm stillness to the sea The moon making an early showing And its all there for me. A day spent sailing with winds just right Is rounded off with this splendour Though the summer is ending now I am ready for what winter will render. The river seems to grasp the sun As it sinks blazing in the west The tide turns slowly and falls away And each bird seeks out its nest. Following this glorious display All the sunlight is not yet shed The sky above my vantage point Turns to a bright so bright red. So shepherds will now rejoice And banish their fears or sorrow Like us they know today's been good - and so too will be tomorrow. September 2014
As I See Things 