She only writes in black ink;
her thoughts are much too dark
for the blue.

Early hours; the
parts of sleep
     recalled;
          a fly opening
        it's silk cocoon,
   a foetus moving
in a jelly womb,
   irises and corneas
         assembling into eyes
                    eager to explore
                a world outside;
      those first times
when regrets are
               abstract concepts
                             not feelings
                        growing roots
       in subconscious pools;
all the things I'd redo,
              my deepest desire
                              to be anew

Never  cut  down  a  healthy  tree.
Man  himself  is  ruining  the  planet.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

Birds  come  on  our  lawn.
To  eat  peanuts  that  we  hang.

They  wait  in  trees  for  food  to  come.
When  It's  there  they  swoop  right  down.

Cold  weather  is  a  problem.
With  very  little  to  eat.

But  the  birds  are  very  hardy.
Standing  out  in  cold  and  sleet.

  What  would  we  do  without  our  birds.
No  songs  at  early  morn.

I  thank  the  lord  that  we.
Can  help  in  many  ways.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.2016.

To  my  home  there  on  the  hilltop.
To  my  home  there  by  the  dale.
To  that  place  which  is  a  part  of  me.
One  day  I  know  I'll  sail.

I'll  step  off  the  ships  forever.
And  I'll  sail  no  more  the  seas..
When  I  answer  yet  the  sirens.
Of  my  homeland  calling  me.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.

Did you guide me, while I grew
Did you teach me, all I knew

When I was lost, did you lead me home
When I was cold, did you keep me warm

When I had doubts, did you set me straight
When I rushed too fast, did you make me wait

When I was scared, did you make me strong
When I was alone, were you, still along

Did you give me love, to enjoy its pleasure
Did you bring me family, so I could treasure

When life was dark, were you my light
When I was wrong, did you set me right

When disaster struck, did you take my pain
Did you make me whole, so I could feel again          

Did you stand by me, as I forgot
As life progressed, and I did not

When I knew nothing, but a docile stare
When meaning left, were you still there

Did you let me die, when my life was thru
My slate swept clean, of what was due

Now that I understand, this to be true
Did you bring me here, to live with YOU
BOEMS BY JA 362