Nature Conservation

Mother nature is a powerful force,one that acts without remorseIn the absence of prophets bushes burnthe volcano’s erupt and the winds turn The colours of the rainbow in the flowers in the fieldAll now gone to a single shade,All grown in a manner to maximise yieldAll planted with the plough and spade, The squirrels have

Wrapped around her finger, (Like my ring will never be)

I don’t remember when I met herI just know I was impressedher appearance was a sight to seeAnd she was fashionably dressed. The moment I first saw herI’d do anything she’d askit didn’t matter of the costor how onerous the task I am still wrapped around her fingerWhen I close my eyes she is all

Big Ben

The tears are running down the face of the clock,While I am sitting below in the streetJust listening to the tick and the tockWondering when we would next meet The memories are all I haveBut I wish they would leave me tooMaybe then I would not craveThe sight or touch of you. The river running