Day: June 30, 2025

The heat will slow us down, and that is good

They know everything

When I returned up home when I was grown

The whole street seemed so small, it puzzled me

Adults need so much, we cannot see 

The richness of this tiny world forlorn.

A little child will love each stone and crack

Attention and desire are never short

Even to the sweets our pennies bought

We know our little world from front to back.

When we hurry on and do not breathe

We cannot see the world but we don’t know

On and on and on our sick brains go.

We do not lie but yet we are deceived.

The heat will slow us down we droop like flowers.

I know again my childhood, such sweet hours.

The cafe by the sea in Kent

I remember how the heat felt down in Kent 

The flowers beside the cafe gleamed like dawn

How I see the colours  smell the scent

All was new and fresh the world reborn.

Sometimes sun and heat may make us still.

We cannot hurry on in search of more

And acting from our nature, not our will

We feel at one with weeds and small wild flowers.

The blind man closed his eyes to see the scene.

He smelt the nectar, heard the little bees

And life was then as real as our best dream.

Floating with the small birds on the breeze.

I’m happy bto be slow and feel embraced

By nature and the sun with golden face

Dream like memories

Hollyhocks,delphinium and phlox
Foxgloves,cat mint, nettles,near by docks
The blind man breathed in air full of wild scent
His daughted named the colours now absent

High up on the Kentish cliffs we sat
Capel-le -Ferne I found it on a map
We listened to this girl, we did not speak
Absorbing by our senses,proud and meek

Now I recollect the details very well
In those dream like memories I dwell
Snapdragons growing just beside my chair
I smell the scent as if I were still there

I may be blinded by the tears of loss
But I remember, love, our happiness