Quiet and unassuming was he But with a very high intellect Computations went on behind the eyes At a rate you would never suspect. Partially deaf and short sighted too Yet he swam in big pools of commerce He never gave in to self pity but Accepted that things could be far worse. He was the man to go to for solace or wisdom And was game to join with a crazy plan Even risking his own wealth sometimes He was the very best kind of man. So goodbye good friend and wise councillor I am sorry you had to go Rest easily knowing you have done well And were a man I was fortunate to know. RIP Barry 1933-2022
Tag: Quiet
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?
As I See Things 