Tonight I’m talking ,to my heart
As it was hurt time and again
It acted deaf ,from the very start
Then weeped remembering the all pain

I tried to sooth it , best I could
And even though it’s broken
If it wanted fixed ,I would
And Truely meant the words I’ve spoken

Then it started feeling hope
And I could feel it too
Now it felt like it could cope
And my heart I did renew

Written by E, M . Rushton
August 15th 2018

As the trees sang
The wheat fields waved
The Berry’s , they hang
Alone and unsaved

As the brook flows
The clouds sail by
The bees on the rose
Resting to fly

As the warm days end
And fall arrives
The colours ascend
Such a sight to our eyes

Written by E.M.Rushton
August 14th 2018

In words I live
They give life
Peace they give
Free from strife

They make think
And let me sleep
They come in a blink
Or in they creep

They take me away
Or bring me near
Sometimes I play
With words right here

Written by E. M . Rushton
August 12th 2018

As I walk ,in the cool dusk air
A shooting star, falls to my feet
It dances with grace , and with such flare
As if to say ,  “I’m happy to meet “

Across the field , and away it goes
Time stands still, I’m so entranced
How long we were friends, no one knows
But I’ll never forget, the star of the dance

Written by E.M.Rushton
August 11th 2018

In the night ,of my darkest day
I walk awake within my dreams
On twisted paths , my hopes do lay
For me to grasp ,in rainbow beams

The light of stars ,shine on each hope
And with a twinkle, they beckon me
While drops of dew , they form a rope
And as I climb , I fill with glee

I grasp each hope , and hold it tight
And to my heart ,I tuck them in
Then in the dark , I shine so bright
And now my life , it can begin

Written by E. M. Rushton
August 10th 2018

If you are the wind that blows sand in my eyes
The least you could is provide the rain to wash it out.

Written by E.M Rushton
August 9th 2018

Butterflies and birds
Turtles and snails
Horses and donkeys
Then there is you and me

Each can relate
Some of the same
Yet differently too
Not just by name

Cars and trucks
Brooks and sea
Apart from the other
Yet family in life

Written by E M Rushton
August 9 th 2018