By Charles Robert Lindholm
The seeds of love he planted
grew deeply in my heart
He wrapped his love
around my world
in a romantic
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It's the first day of April and typical showers I'd like to think here will be absent, not ours For we've had quite our fill in March that's now past of rain falling down, enough to well last and do us for Spring which I hope is now here Now April's upon as at this time of year
Gracious! March has been and gone and summer time has started the clocks now changed to BST now winter has departed And as a child of summer, me I'm jolly chuffed with that as I can now look forward to some warmer days in fact
Stepped on a crack in the pavement of life And heard something chasing me Turned and saw the bears of the night Bricked it, suddenly Ran so hard I thought I would die But the bears were still hot on my trail Panicked, I thought of a way to be free But thought it would probably fail
I once knew a penguin called Percy He was a good friend of mine He lived in a hole in the garden And came out when it was fine When the sun shone bright in the sky overhead He came out of his hole in the ground And we’d chase each other in the garden Around and around and around
Whatever you do, Whatever you take Whatever you see, Whatever you make Whatever you carry, Whatever you use Whatever you give, Whatever you lose Whatever you love, Whatever you cherish Whatever you hold, Whatever you perish Whatever you tarnish, Whatever you clean Whatever you muster, Whatever you glean Whatever you think, Whatever you feel Whatever you break, Whatever you heal You are, as am I, not simply whatever But really quite special, so never say never
Lurking fog and drizzle falling the sea a greyish green Waves like monstrous ogres rising tossed by winds unseen Alone on dampened shingle taste of salt upon my lips Braced to ocean’s vigour gazing out to windward ships I am the only audience for this winter serenade A symphony composed for one perfect and uniquely made
Lightest of breeze, Sea in the air Sounds of children playing down there Green on the shingle, Cabbage White Occasional bird in lazy flight Blue of the sky, blue of the sea White wispy clouds, soft buzzing bee Shimmering distantly Worthing pier Sometimes hazy, sometimes clear Moored on horizon, fishing boats Whilst nearer in shore swimmers float Out to the east is Brighton’s sprawl High in the air a seagull’s call Perfect now the weather’s fine Lancing Beach in summertime
Show me a colour, one that describes me Look at my face – the colour behind my eyes It cries for the sun and pines away on these rainy days Curled in a ball and shivering, It longs for a blue that paints the skies I have a paintbox here somewhere; it has a bright palette One I have used many times, mixing over and over as old and dusty colours lend their way to young ones bright and new Blending easily with the marks I have made
I watched the sea, it did me proud I smiled at it and laughed out loud The waves they roared, I roared right back As I wasn’t having any of that Alone on the stone with sun and spray On a fine and perfect Springtime day On the shoreline with the crashing sounds That filled the air and shook the ground I shouted loud, could not be heard Save by a high fly seagull bird Green and blue the waters came Crashed and turned and crashed again Alone I stood and marvelled still At those impressive seascape hills
In the sand we saw footprints that led to the sun and we followed them true for a while but then a distraction called from one side so we scurried away with a smile But the smile of distraction soon turned to a frown and could never hold us for long as we realised its shallow deception and grew tired of its welcoming song
Two springtime trees, unfettered she moves there with the breeze through branches stretched, awakening with budded fresh green leaves She embraces for a sweet caress touching all she sees her warming breath of soft sunshine from winter's pale white knees She rises to that warm embrace as tears are swiftly freed replaced with Springtime's cheery smile as with new life she breathes
The winter’s shadowy clouds have past And Summer’s child is here To warm the cockles of our hearts And fill our eyes with cheer Summer’s child is pure and free Her breath is fresh and new Her hands give life to grass and tree Beginning summer true
When you write something of which you are proud and brings you a smile and makes you shout loud 'Cos you know that the words which have come from your heart are worthy to share and to others impart?
Dog walkers walking with plenty of dogs some running free some on leads the river meandering down to the sea with ducks hiding there in the reeds A grey sky above but the chill is now gone and there's no wind at all here today There's even a hint of blue through the cloud out there in the spread of the bay