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Panic Attack in a Country Field

I like to rest on a country seat
Up on a hill quite near me.
I watch the world go by
And revel in all the green I see.

One morning while I sat resting 
A sad looking lady passed by
With a taut rictus smile on her face
She looked like she needed to cry.

A group of ladies were walking ahead
And the sad lady went to pass 
Suddenly one of the group stopped,
Looked, and sat down on the grass.

She indicated to her friends then
That they should walk on a bit
And called out to the fraught lass
"Come over here to me and sit".

With just a moment's hesitation
The troubled lady sat down too
"I'm Betty," said the kind woman
"Tell me dear - who are you?"

"I'm Alice," she replied and began to cry
The tears of the broken-hearted.
All her pain came flowing out as if
She couldn't stop now she'd started.

Betty rose and said "why not join us?"
Alice gave an indifferent shrug.
"You'll feel better walking with my crowd,
But first, I'll give you a hug."

Alice at first stiffened and then relaxed
Into the tight grip of her new friend
Her sobbing eased and I could see
Her mind was starting to mend.

They all went off in a chattering line
It was obvious Alice was losing her pain
I sat and marvelled at the kindness of a stranger.

I never saw them again.
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This England?

We can be happy you and I
if we look around us in this England
we can choose if we stay or fly
and have food and clean water at our command.

Whatever we are told we do have clean air
- see how the lichen grows
and our rights though not written are there
and the whole world knows.

We can vote out shallow members 
and the corrupt do eventually stand trial
we need only fan the embers
of a system waiting in the wings.

Skylarks still sing in the fields
and Cabbage Whites are back in strength
we freely collect what nature yields
and can walk about after dark.

We can worship any God we nominate
or have none of it if we so choose
in protest we can march or congregate
and its only our energy we lose.

So think, and think again before you chase
sun-blessed places promising dollars or yen,
for truly this is a fair and free nation
and its like won't surface again.

OR
So however you think you are doing 
compare your life and be happy
living here is not so bad
its just the weather that's so crappy ......
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November

There's a beauty in November,
with a mildness not known before,
and a stillness at twilight which 
happens more and more.

For the world is getting warmer
and the winter comes on late.
Deeply coloured leaves cling to the trees
because autumn won't abate.

She stays around and fools the plants
who rise early but at the cost
of a swift overnight slaughter
from an unexpected frost.

Then this murder ceases
and a warm calm descends,
and living plants try once again
as the climate makes amends.

So, do I like this changing world
when the natural order bids adieu?
Having shorter winters with soft winds?
Yes, I surely do.

My Friend the River

From the wide mouth of the Estuary
To the stream beyond the road
Flow the waters of my river
Muddy, salt and cold.

A rebirth occurs twice daily
Through all the seasons weeks
With recharging of the Marshes
And new filling of the creeks.

Its spawned life along its banks
With folk of special breeds
Who learned to fish and farm there
To provide for tribal needs

There's constancy, which comforts
And always lets me know
That whatever happens in my world
The river will ebb and flow.

Retraction

I hurt her feelings with a rhyme
And she was only small
I was a little flippant
And she didn't like it at all.

I only tried to show in words 
A pride I have for her
But she threw them back at me
As if it was a slur.

Perhaps when you are seven
You have principles, plain and straight
And the world should take notice
For next year, "I'll be eight".

So to my wounded girl I say
Do not be angry or sad
For I think you are really wonderful
Love you lots......Dad.
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Carol of Hope

It's that time of the year again
When our hearts fill with cheer again.
Across all the lands 
Nations could join hands,
Now it's that time of year again.

Just think how good it would be 
If the world joined with you and me;
With our differences gone
We could move the world on,
Now it's that time of year again.

You can say that it's only a feast,
And pointless to man or beast;
But this Christmas we might
Put some old evils right,
As it's that time of year again.

Be you Christian, Muslim or Jew,
We share the planet with you,
So let's make amends,
Let us all be friends
Now it's that time of year again.