There was a young man from Crew
Whose eyes were incredibly blue
They shone so bright at night
They switched off the street lights
Thanks to the energising young man from Crew

There was a young girl from Troy.
Who fancied she could fight like a boy.
She stepped up to the ring and started to sing.
So much joy did she bring as she danced around the ring.
It was the perfect decoy that she used on that boy, that devious young girl from Troy.

There was a young man from West Heath
Who was exceptionally bad at cleaning his teeth
When he opened his mouth
People ran South
From that smelly young man of West Heath

These little Gifts i gift to you

A warm loving smile
A soft handhold
A light touch upon your chest
A few loving words, letting you know your the best.

These little Gifts i gift to you
To hold and cherish within your heart
To keep with you, to call upon if ever we are apart

Recall these little Gifts
If ever you are enveloped in a red mist
Recall these little Gifts and i will come to you, bring you calm
These little Gifts are given to bring you peace not harm

If ever you are lonely or feeling down
Remember these little Gifts, can save you and change a smile from a frown

These little Gifts i gift to you
To hold and cherish within your heart
To keep with you, to call upon if ever we are apart

These little Gifts are priceless and in constant supply
You have no need to order them, to purchase or buy
They are yours to bring to mind freely, just relax and close your eyes.

These little Gifts i gift to you
To hold and cherish within your heart
To keep with you, to call upon if ever we are apart

Remember me as your strength, your guide, your light
Remember me as your weakness too
Remember me in all the things that you do

These little Gifts i gift to you
To hold and cherish within your heart
To keep with you, to call upon if ever we are apart

First you are born
Then everyone experiences the same firsts, just at different time bursts

Your first cuddle
Your first smile
Your first solid food
Your first tooth
Your first steps
Your first word
Your first shoes
Your first lullaby
Your first haircut

With your family you begin to create memorable firsts that last a lifetime.

Your first time holding a knife and fork
Your first visit to the park
Your first birthday
Your first visit to Father Christmas
Your first time riding a bike
Your first time going on a hike
Your first time roller skating
Your first time climbing a tree
Your first time grazing your knee
Your first holiday
Your first swimming lesson
Your first school
Your first exam
Your first cinema outing
Your first visit to the zoo
Your first ice cream

Next moving into your teens and the firsts that period brings, some of angst and fallen dreams.

Your first spot on your face
Your first period
Your first High Heel shoes
Your first boyfriend or girlfriend
Your first kiss
Your first broken heart
Your first day at High School
Your first crush on a Teacher
Your first forever friend
Your first day at College
Your first interview
Your first job
Your first driving lesson
Your first car

When you are older, if you are lucky, you find someone to share experiences with and your firsts become 1+1 = 2

When we first met
Our first date
Our first touch
Our first kiss
Our first dance
Our first song
Our first concert
Our first house
Our first child
Our first trip to the beach
Our first trip to the rugby
Our first trip to the speedway
Our first holiday at home
Our first holiday abroad
Our first ride on a train
Our first trip on an aeroplane
Our first car
Our first new car
Our first summer ball
Our first Winter ball
Our first trip to a museum
Our first grandchild

Looking for the firsts in life, will give you a life full of fun and surprise.
Reach for the first no matter what you do, keeping life interesting and new.
A life full of firsts will keep you young at heart.
Keep seeking out the firsts, until the day you depart.

COVID19 sight unseen
Searching for the perfect host
Its slayer hygiene

Wash your hands for 20secs
Hot water on, count 20 real slow
Day 1 how many more

A deadly virus
Invisible to our eye
Keep safe, stay home

Lockdown soon begins
First YouTube, books videos
Now, when will it end

Now missing loved ones
Some temporary, some lost
Not knowing the end

Missing connections
Grandchildren are growing up
Thankful for our lot

Changes, how we live
Holidays, cancelled, postponed
Airlines hit the most

Economy slump
Everyone in a ba hum
Counting days to go

Tonight the Nation
Address social distancing
Changes will be made

Let us chat my friend
As a new normal begins
Online with a gin

Stay safe peeps, wherever you are and whatever you do.

Light touch
On my lips
Violent feelings erupt, when your hands dance their way to my hips
Entwined bodies, ecstatic, elated
Repleted and exquisitely
Sated

I wander down memory lane
Crossing corn fields, climbing over farm gates
Meandering through cobbled streets
Golden sandals on my feet
Tanned skin glowing, oh so brown
Smiling, laughing never a frown

I wander down memory lane
Swimming in blue sea, climbing rocks,
surfing in the choppy sea
I have a feeling of being young and carefree
Holding hands with my love, hands fit together like one soft glove

I wander down memory lane
Christmas tree standing tall, dropping needles on the floor
Mulled wine warming on the stove
Christmas tunes playing on the radio
Wrapping presents for the children, while they sleep
Presents wrapped, stored safely away from their keep

I wander down memory lane
This time a road trip to foreign lands
Car packed full to the brim, clothes, games, buckets and spades
Walking along glitzy promenades
Dip our toes in the warm ocean, walk on golden sands
Play mini golf, ride on a big dipper, have a late supper, go to the circus, catch a band

I wander down memory lane
To March and an usually warm sunny day
My wonderful Dad by my side, i step out the car a smile a mile wide
Todays the day I say i do for the rest of my days
It all goes by so quickly and in a bit of a fuzzy warm haze

I wander down memory lane
Full of wonderful memories and happy days
I wander down memory lane
Just for a while
The memories i recall making me smile
Its lovely to wander even just for a while

Molly the Dolly lived in a house
With her two best friends
Ferret the Cat and a Dog named Mouse

The house was small but had enough rooms for Molly the Dolly to sweep with a broom

Two bedrooms, one for Molly and one for guests, Molly of course had the one that was best

A room to bathe amongst bubbles and foam, lay in warm water and revive weary bones

A room to lounge and put up your feet, in front of a real fire, giving out real heat

In this room Molly also entertained guests with cups of tea and slices of cake, muffins, scones and individual tray bakes

On a table by the fire was a chess set in miniature, each character resembling characters from Robin Hood
Maid Marion of course The White Queen beautiful and serene
Robin Hood The White King, robbing the rich and helping the poor made Robin Hood very good
Friar Tuck was a Bishop of course
King John on the other hand so horrid and mean, with a solid Black Heart, could only be The Black King

On rainy days Molly the Dolly would invite her friends in to play, you could never tell who would win, one bad move and the game would spin
One minute Molly would be winning the next "checkmate" would shout Holly Divine the girl from next door, "5-3 to me" she did shout, showing Molly how she was keeping score

Also in this room two smaller beds all soft and plush for Ferret the Cat and the Dog named Mouse
The beds were close to the fire to keep them both toasty and warm and next to Molly the Dolly's chair, so Molly could have them play on her lap when she raised her hand in a single clap

The last room of course was the Kitchen where Molly the Dolly spent most of her day cooking up batches of heavenly soup and baking scrumptious Pies that were full in the belly and good on the eyes

There was a Front Door to usher guests in and a Back Door to usher them out
The garden ran round and about the whole house outside and came equipped with swings and a slide, for fun of course, and a stable just the right size to house a miniature horse, a vegetable patch to grow veg for her soups and trees to bear fruit for the scrumptious pies

The garden went on and on it was so long you couldn't believe your eyes the garden was twice as long as it was wide

The garden ended where a river began and still the river was on Molly's land

On a hot day Molly the Dolly would put on a hat and slap on some sunscreen and  with Ferret the Cat and the Dog named Mouse they would exit the house and hop and skip to the river bank to play

Molly the Dolly would throw some sticks for the Dog named Mouse and small pretend mice for Ferret the Cat
Molly would take off her shoes and her socks  and her hat step in the water not too deep, drink something thirst quenching but not too sweet, keeping herself cool in this natural outdoor swimming pool

At the end of the day the three friends would return to the house inside dry their feet and clean their hands, eat some Pies and drink sweet tea then return to the lounge and settle in
Their favourite show on TV they didn't need anything else for the night just the friendship of these uniquely different three

So now I've introduce you to Molly the Dolly and a few of her friends, where they live and what they like to do.  
I hope you enjoy reading about them too as I delve into their lives and hopefully take you along for the ride.

Busy, busy, busy
Chatter, chatter, chatter
People catching up to date
They were out at the weekend on a date
It was so much fun, everyone rushing to relate

Busy, busy, busy
Chatter, chatter, chatter
It's Nobodys  favourite day
Is it because it's the furthest from the weekend
Or because it's the nearest to the weekend

Busy, busy, busy
Chatter, chatter, chatter
Work to live, Live to work
I know which I prefer
I'd prefer if Mondays were replaced with another day
That way I could stay home and play

Busy, busy, busy
Chatter, chatter, chatter
Now I work a Tuesday and it just isn't the same
I miss the Monday morning chatter by the kettle
Catching up after the game

The song and chicks for free but that doesn't mean much to me

Money for nothing, oh yes please
Give me lots of money and please don't tease
Can't wait for my numbers to be drawn to decide my fate
I'm sure a lot of you can relate
I will spend it recklessly until nothing is left
Bet it all on a three horse nag
Go shopping and buy the most expensive of bags
Buy a big 75inch TV with Netflix and Internet ready, so I can social media whilst flicking channels and ordering pizza
I would buy the latest iPhone, iPad too maybe even buy the children their own zoo.
I would purchase the most expensive labels for my head, coat and shoes
Maybe even purchase a company or two
I would buy land to build a home
Furnish the garden with garden gnomes
I would buy a star or two and name them Oskar and Ted
Buy my grandchildren all brand new beds
I would buy us all bikes so we could cycle for miles
Splash out on holidays that make us all smile.
I would give some money back to my City, spend some on street lighting at night its lit dimly.
I would give to my family so they can freely live
I would give to charity to help others children, babies and their mothers, brain tumors, cancer, lung disease and others too.
Oh how I wish for this dream to come true.

A perfect circle of white,
Hangs in the sky tonight,
Casting a luminous light.

Clouds pass by the front of the moon, moving slow,
Changing the moon's light to an ethereal glow.

Just as quickly the clouds are gone.
Perhaps, a moment of realisation, the moon can never be outshone.

My dearest friend, I thought I'd put paper to pen
and write you a friendly letter
I started to think what i could write to you about and decided ......
.....
I'd write to tell you about the good times we had, about our hopes and dreams sometimes happy, sometimes sad
I'd write to tell you about our thoughts and visions about lifes goals and expectations
I'd write to tell you about being young and bold, growing up and growing old
I'd write to tell you about the happy memories we've made, the families we've grown, the friends we've made
I'd write to tell you about the loves we've had and the loves we've lost
I'd write to tell you about the mistakes we've made and those yet to come........
................................................

Th­en I decided i wouldn't write at all, for to know what's around the corner is to miss out on living life.
My dearest friend at the end of the day, all i have to say; is you only have one life, live your life to the fullest, take chances, make memories and connections, don't look back, lifes too short for regrets, but most of all dear friend..... Be Happy

My favourite time of the day.
That's easy for me to say.

First thing in the morning.
Just as day is dawning.

The only noise to reach my ears,
Is the chorus of birds, that brings me cheer.

I get up before the household wakes and read or write whatever the fancy takes.

I drink a cup of tea, that's green.
Relax and play in my mind a scene.

Reflecting on how the day ahead looks.
Then wait for the crowd to rise as I finish my book.

I have a routine that suits me fine.

I attend the gym around a quarter to nine.

Each morning as I walk through the doors.

My ears are assaulted by a long, loud roar.

“Step up, Step up, 1,2,3!”

“Up High! Down low! Bend those knees!”

The personal trainer is a young, excited fellow.

With a pair of lungs on him, comparable to a pair of old rusty bellows.

I sneak past the group, trying my hardest to not be seen.

As I make my way to the onsite canteen.

I fill my sports bottle with water to help keep me hydrated.

Then make my way past grunting bodies, lifting bars heavily weighted.

The gym smells of blood, sweat, and tears.

The air hung heavy with confidence and feelings of “no fear.”

I reach my destination, the yoga mat.

Forgotten, in the gym's corner, next to a stand for coats and hats.

Relaxing as I sink to the floor, I begin my workout with a languid stretch.

First my leg muscles, then my arms, slowly, one by one, I flex.

Downward dog and salutation to the sun, now my exercise has begun.

My warmup complete, I move on to the cardio machines.

My inspiration is to fit into a new pair of jeans.

My heart is beating fast now.

There are beads of perspiration flowing from my brows.

I look to the personal trainer, his class now ending.

His students, finishing with what looks like contortion and bending.

Maybe next week, I will begin my morning to the beat of a Sargeant Major.

For now, though, my mornings begin with a trip to the gym followed by my favourite ice cream flavour.

I can't believe it's nearing the end of the year, darker nights drawn in and days are getting chilly.
Halloween tomorrow with all of its fun and all of its sorrow.
Lost souls walking upon our hallowed earth, searching for their way home.
We hang up lanterns to guide them on their way, decorate our houses inside and out, dress ourselves up to look like zombies and witches, bake pumpkin pie and hot dogs too.
Children calling, knocking, shouting trick or treat, hoping to be given some small sweets.
5 days later on November 5th we celebrate Guy Fawkes night,
Gun powder, treason and plot was the game that nearly saw James I go up in flames.
Now we celebrate fireworks day with bonfires a glow, jacket potatoes cooked on open fires cooked real slow.
Fireworks displays aplenty safer than at home, bundle your children up warm its going to be a late night.
Once these dates are over it really is clear Christmas is just around the corner, same as the end of year.

Let's make what's left count, have a happy end of year people.

Tracking the planets
observing star formations
magical moments

There is a Park Bench dedicated to a PT, died too young at the age of 33
The Bench sits overlooking the lake
Used by young and old alike to sit, relate and contemplate.

The young hold hands and kiss with lips and tongues
The old cuddle tight to warm up their bones
Parents sit with children on their knees
Dogs sit by their owners waiting patiently

At night the homeless take up post and repose, sleeping with their blankets pulled tight, leaving again by morning light
Budding authors taking over, sitting down to write
Hoping to be inspired watching the swans take flight

Who'd have thought a bench could offer such diversity
I'm sure the young PT would be pleased to see the park bench full of such activity
The Park Bench that is dedicated to a PT who died to early at the age of 33