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My Prop Has Gone

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

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Free Solace

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.

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?