Music
Way back in time in the fifties
Pop music had started to flow
I first became hooked on these sounds
Which very soon started to show.
There was Lonnie the master of skiffle
Doris, Alma and Al Martino
Tab and his Young Love were gorgeous
And Elvis had started to grow
We then moved into the 60’s
The best for Pop music by far
With an end to crystal set radios
You could even hear songs in your car!!
The Beatles soon hit the high spots
The rolling Stones too made the grade
With Beach Boys, Cliff and The Hollies
Roy Orbison, Cilla and Slade
The Pirates supported this music
They broadcast from way out at sea
Radio Caroline, always a winner
Was really a favourite for me.
Sadly their time was soon over
We reverted to Radio 1
With Blackburn and similar DJs
We really lost some of the fun
And so we came into the 70’s
With Status and great Elton John
Pink Floyd, Bee Gees and Osmonds
The music just went on and on
The 80’s arrived with Madonna
And Abba with Freddie and Queen
With Pet Shop Boys and Police
And Wham, they all made the scene
And so we come more up to date
With sounds that make one sigh
Cos good music goes on forever
And reminds us of days long gone by
Tony Rice Oxley
Green Things
There are green things in my bread, Mum
And I really can’t think why.
Perhaps it’s something rather awful
That’s been dropped down from the sky.
Is it a sign that the end is near
And how should I prepare?
I’d better eat my chocolate bar
And is my comic there?
There are green things in my bread, Mum,
It really is a scream.
Will we get into the papers?
Will I get to meet the Queen?
Have the Aliens landed?
Is it some kind of seed?
Will I become like one of them
Or turn into a weed?
There are green things in my bread, Mum,
Yellow and black things too.
But they’re not so good as green things,
I thing green is best, don’t you?
And what about this –
Perhaps it’s a plot by the store
To kill off all the customers
So they can’t come back for more.
There are green things in my bread, Mum,
But no matter how I try
I can’t think who has put them there
Nor find the reason why.
Lynn Winter
Right sudden against my face – two golden clear
Great eyes astonished mine – a drooping ear
Did flap me on either cheek to dry the spray!
I started first, as some Arcadian
Amazed at piping Pan in twilight grove;
But as the bounding vision closer ran,
My tears dried, I knew Sandy, and rose above
Surprise and sadness, thanking my Creator and God,
Who, by such creatures, leads to heights of love.
Rosemary Goulding
Desmond the Owl
Desmond the owl, was wearing a scowl,
For some bounder had kidnapped his dinner.
For as Desmond said, an owl needs to be fed,
If a chaps not to get any thinner.
“Oh no” said his Mum, who had him under her thumb.
A diet is just what you’re needing.
With a belly your size, and those popping out eyes,
No way can you say you need feeding.”
And so, with a tear dripping over each ear,
And his beak tucked well into his tummy,
He trudged off to bed, and laid down his soft head,
And dreamt he was eating his Mummy!
Janet Johnson
Pink Mallows A Woodland Reverie
There is a glade where badgers bound
Where all is peace and gentle sound
Of woodland life.
Leaves whisper, soft grey squirrels run,
And there, with magic light, the sun
Shines upon jewels rosy, rare,
The wild pink mallows growing there
In modest pride.
Their colours gay and artless grace
Perfect the beauty of that place.
Thanks be to God for lovely things,
The daily pleasures nature brings
To lift our hearts.
Like pretty gardens fresh and neat
Fronting homes along the street.
It makes one feel the people there
Are sorts of folk who really care.
Despite the gloom
The misery and sin of the land,
Loving kindness comes from God’s hand.
‘Tis many a year alas
Since through that glade I’d pass
Where mallows grew.
There are hardships and trials cruel
To give soul and character rare fuel.
But here and there and all around
Glimpses of joy may still be found
For His love is ever true.
In my mind I see clear the past.
Dorothea Keable
