The Heroes Of Our Time

 

The Heroes Of Our Time

 

 

They strode purposely on shoulder to shoulder but not a word was said

They strode purposely forward with dark thoughts and images stuck in their head.

Bodies now frail but walking tall

Hiding their sorrow from one and all.

The Heroes Of Our Time.

 

 

They march along in unison, although their steps are slow

They march along undaunted as they did those years ago.

No-one can really know the pain of friends shot down and killed or maimed

And still they come to march again.

The Heroes Of Our Time.

 

 

They stride silently step by step remembering their friends

Or brothers, sisters, comrades whose lives came to an end.

How tough they were, what dreadful times those brave men did endure

But every year they come to pay their own respects for Poppy Day.

The Heroes Of Our Time.

 

 

People turn and walk away once the veterans have passed by.

Forgetting that young soldiers are still sent out to die.

While politicians argue just which stratergy is best

And precious lives are lost again while papers lie on desks.

So when you see those Poppy Wreaths set out in nice straight lines

Remember that they represent

The Heroes Of Our Time.

 

 

 

Hil Jickells   12/11/12

 

 

 

 

 

 

bright stars

Bright Stars

In the mist of worldly troubles

On one thing you can rely

That on a nice clear evening

The stars shine in the sky.

They shine across all nations

  The same bright light on all

They do not have their favourites

or make a judgement call. 

For years and years they've guided

The scared and lost at sea.
Leading people safely home
Where ever they may be.

How many stars glow in the sky
Does anybody know.
How many people gazing upward
enjoy their glorious show.

The stars shine down on everyone
The richest and the poor.
But do the starving notice
When the're crying out for more.


Stars have guided led and provided
A light for the world to follow.
Showing the way, the time and the day
To a better and brighter tomorrow.





                                                                             HJ. 7/11/12

Where I want to go

Where I want to go

 

 

 

Oh for a sweet relaxing day

When everything goes well.

A quiet stroll along the bay

To take in sense and smell.

 

 

A gentle breeze upon my face

The sun warm on my back.

I wander at a gentle pace

Along a well worn track.

 

The calming perfume of a rose

The smell of new mown grass

A precious moment lost in thought

A magic time is grasped and caught.

 

Oh let my spirit float away

And treasure such a lovely day.

To sit without a care or woe

And go just where I want to go.

 

 

 

 

                                                                        HJ  7/11/12



Did I Deserve That

Did I Deserve That

Did I deserve that, a slapped face, a broken tooth

Did I deserve that for telling the truth.

Is this my life, living in fear and in pain

Knowing it will happen again and again.

How did my life change so quick, so drastically

Where is the love that he once promised me.

Why is he so cruel what did I do wrong

This place of hatred is not where I belong.

I cry out in anquish but daren't tell a soul

That my life and my thoughts are all in his control.

I pretend things are right that I'm happy and free

And hide all my bruises so friends cannot see.

I don't know where to run, there is nowhere to hide

I feel scared at the thought and I tremble inside.

Some day I'll escape, some day I'll be brave

Or else I will ever live as his slave.

Hilary J.  12/06/12

Blooming Doctors

Blooming Doctors

I woke up with a sore throat and a really banging head

I thought it best to stay off work, and see the Doc instead.

I stumbled down the staircase so I could reach the phone

But when I rang the number I just got the engaged tone.

I sat and had a cup of tea then tried again to ring

All I heard was beep, beep, beep then my head began to spin.

I tried and tried to get in touch so an appointment I could make
Until eyes began to water and my ears began to ache.

 I thought that I must have the flu or something even worse

So phoned again, but still engaged, I had a little curse.
At last a voice did answer but then to my dismay
She said "I'm very sorry there's no appointments left today!

She said ring back tomorrow and I'll try to fit you in
I thought not blooming likely I won't go through this again.
I took some paracetamol and curled up in my bed
If I'm not right tomorrow the Doc can visit me instead!

Hilary J. 18/5/12

Blooming Shopping

Blooming Shopping

I just love my weekly shopping and always make a list

Of what I need and whats run out so nothing will get missed.

I end up with a trolley whose wheels are not aligned

So when I try to steer, it goes its own way and not mine.

I push the silly cart around avoiding this and that

And all the people who just want to block the aisles and chat.

I round a corner to get my beans and quickly have to stop.
There's someone stacking up the shelves so another aisle is blocked.
I battle on around the store and  look for special deals
There's three for two and two for one but none of them appeal.
I need to get some icing sugar, so I'll have to search around
I'd ask staff for assistance, but now there's no-one to be found.

I stand and gaze at the shampoos, which one is for me

Greasy, dry or normal so I better get all three.

I get my bread, potatoes, butter and some jam

Then it's over to the butchers to get a bit of ham.

I check my trusty shopping list and find that I've missed out

My favourite bar of chocolate and Mum's bottle of milk stout.

I get down to the check out and wait in a long queue
Thinking that I'll soon be home, well in an hour or two.
My turn is next, I'm nearly there and then a shout rings out
Sorry Luv I've finished now, and a closed sign is tossed out!
Oh I just love my weekly shopping but I'm not finished yet.
Next week they can do it for me because I'll order on the net!

Hilary J. 14/5/12

Blooming Weather

Blooming Weather

I just love the British weather unpredictable and insane

In the morning we have sunshine then by lunch time wind and rain.

Hang the clothes out, bring them in, this game can last all day
 Put the pegs in very firmly or the washing blows away.

A days excursion takes some planning, sorting out what I will need

Suncream, pac-a-mac, wellies, sandals better just take all of these.

Walking down beside the river the sun feels lovely on my face

Then a sudden crash of thunder sends me running somewhere safe.

Sheltering under a nearby oak tree, raindrops falling on my head

 My clothes are wet my picnic soggy, how I wish I'd stayed in bed!

But what do I see behind the rain clouds, the sun is shining in the sky

I get out my suncream and my sandwich in a bit I'll soon be dry.

Blooming weather!

Hilary J.       2/5/12