For worms engraved

Outside our house the tarmac road was changed
Cobbles flat as dinner plates were laid
All were lying neat and well arranged
Outside our house the tarmac road was changed
A line was drawn by councillors deranged
Neglecting reason, arguments soon strayed
Children saw that adult life is strange
Outside our house the tarmac road was changed
Cobbles flat with gaps for worms engraved

Going to school

We saw across a valley, saw the Pike
The graves were by the river undisturbed
We went to visit Daddy,prayer seemed right
We saw across a valley then the Pike
Noone noticed what the live felt like
When panicked insecurity would strike
Little faces innocent, perturbed
We saw across a valley, saw the Pike
The graves were by the river,no returns

Birds like bees

The birds are darting to and from the shed
Parabolas at speed, they look like bees
Bright holly berries looks like flowers of red
The birds are darting to and from the shed
In metaphor, the berries are Christ’s blood
The world is rich in meaning to those fed
The eyes that see, the mind, enriched and pleased
The birds are darting to and from the shed
Geometric paths ,oh, wondrous bees