Hi Folks Just to let you all know I am back on after a traumatic 12 months what with loosing my job and then dad passing away and finaly a short illness I have not had the time or effort to do much However I am back doing the things I love Walking Camping My beloved photography and soon to enrol on a family history course
She sits upon a wooden box,a shelter she has found.She sits alone And and shares shares her sorrow with the cold damp ground.
People pass and take a look but do not wish to care,
This child sits alone and stares at her dark black hair.
The tears soon turn to ice, the time goes very slow
She lies at peace among the trees in the January snow.
People now stop and care and cry the tears she cried,
Now she is with the flowers god made for her when she died.
The sky now has another twinkling star that shine the night away,
And that child needn’t live that life another restless day
Today I stood on the windswept moors and looked round the sun shone and the clouds drifted lazily by I thought about the past anger welled up inside of me A thunderous silence breaks through my thoughts. What were once many great ideas
is now a triumph, lost. Baffling words tumble through my mind. Reflections of darkness hover. A disturbing peacefulness beckons to me, and inside myself, I take cover. What would it be like to stay there forever? To be lost in all my cares?
From the inside, looking out -
I cry silent tears.
I walked on alone. High in the sky was a bird on the wing following its dream. It’s dream still alive unlike all mine shattered, ripped to bits and thrown to the four winds I cannot even start to work out how or why or where everything went wrong I want to cry but the tears won’t come Will they ever come will I ever be free of this pain and aching heart
Such
a rich chapter it had been when one came to look back on it all! With
illustrations so numerous and so very highly coloured! The pageant of the river
bank had marched steadily along, unfolding itself in scene-pictures that
succeeded each other in stately procession. Purple loosestrife arrived early,
shaking luxuriant tangled locks along the edge of the mirror whence its own
face laughed back at it. Willow-herb, tender and wistful, like a pink sunset
cloud, was not slow to follow. Comfrey, the purple hand-in-hand with the white,
crept forth to take its place in the line; and at last one morning the
diffident and delaying dog-rose stepped delicately on the stage, and one knew,
as if string-music had announced it in stately chords that strayed into a
gavotte that June at last was here. One member of the company was still
awaited; the shepherd-boy for the nymphs to woo, the knight for whom the ladies
waited at the window, the prince that was to kiss the sleeping summer back to
life and love. But when meadow-sweet, debonair and odorous in amber jerkin,
moved graciously to his place in the group, then the play was ready to begin and
what a play it had been! Drowsy animals, snug in their holes while wind and
rain were battering at their doors, recalled still keen mornings, an hour
before sunrise, when the white mist, as yet undispersed, clung closely along
the surface of the water; then the shock of the early plunge, the scamper along
the bank, and the radiant transformation of earth, air, and water, when
suddenly the sun was with them again, and grey was gold and colour was born and
sprang out of the earth once more. We recalled the languorous siesta of hot
mid-day, deep in green undergrowth, the sun striking through in tiny golden
shafts and spots; the boating and bathing of the afternoon, the rambles along
dusty lanes and through yellow cornfields; the walks in the afternoons when we
would walk
Doctors are whippersnapers in Ironed white coats Who spy up your rectum and look down your throats And press you and poke yo with steralized tools And stab at solutions that pacify fools I used to revere them and do what they said Till I learned what they learned on was already dead
Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favourite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mummy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone. And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the back wall, for everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, for a man who wasn't there.
'Where's her daddy at?' She heard a boy call out. 'She probably doesn't have one,' another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say, 'Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day.'
The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mum. And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.
'My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories he taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him. I'm not standing here alone.
'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart'
with that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favourite dress.
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years?
For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.
'I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far.
You see he is a soldier and died just this past year when a roadside bomb hit his convoy and taught brave men to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away.' And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.
And to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.
'I know you're with me Daddy,' to the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining star. And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.
you'r my friend and that is true, but the gift was given from me to you. we went thru moments that were good and bad, even moments that were happy and sad. you suported me when i was in tears, we stuck together when we were in fear,
its really sad that it had to be this way, but it has reached its very last day. miles away cant keep us apart, 'cause you'll always be in my heart.
Make new friends But keep the old One is sliver and the other gold !
If I was one thing, I'd be a candle Lighting the way so you can handle Your life easier without woes Not having to fight with your foes. I'd help keep you from stumbling over Things blocking your path to an open door. If I light your path, life is easier, Even strong winds, my light will not deter. No matter what, I'm here for you To cheer you up when you are blue. Do not fret when times get tough, If things look down or kind of rough. Just remember, I'm always here, In your heart, close and near. I will help you out in every way, Happiness and love in your heart will stay. Don't blow me out, that am one request Unless it's me you do detest. I do not try to hurt anyone That isn't good or any fun. Farewell for now, I'm needed elsewhere If your path grows dark, in your heart, I'm there. So I'm really not gone, just not seen, I would not leave, I'm not that mean. Only one simple request that I must say, Please, never forget those who lit your way.
I'm sure lots of you will have received this story which is going the rounds by email. If you haven't seen it - here it is
This is very sad but really lovely... worth reading!!!!!!
Am I A Fireman Yet??
In Queensland , Australia , a 26-year-old mother stared down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of terminal leukaemia. Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent, she wanted her son to grow up & fulfil all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible. The leukaemia would see to that. But she still wanted her son's dream to come true. She took her son's hand and asked, 'Ben, did you ever think about what you wanted to be once you grew up? Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with your life?' 'Mummy, I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up.' Mum smiled back and said, 'Let's see if we can make your wish come true.' Later that day she went to her local fire Station in Brisbane , where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Queensland. She explained her son's final wish and asked if it might be possible to give her 6 year old son a ride around the block on a fire engine. Fireman Bob said, 'Look, we can do better than that. If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll make him an honorary fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls, the full Monty! And if you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real fire hat - not a toy -one with the emblem of the Queensland Fire & Rescue Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots. They're all manufactured right here in Brisbane , so we can get them fast.'
Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Ben, dressed him in his uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting truck. Ben got to sit on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven. There were three fire calls in Brisbane that day and Ben got to go out on all three calls. He rode in the different fire engines that day. He was also videotaped for the local news program. Having his dream come true, with all the Love and attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Ben, that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought possible.
One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the hospice concept - that no one should die alone, began to call the family members to the hospital. Then she remembered the day Ben had spent as a fireman, so she called the Fire Station and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Ben as he made his transition. The Officer in charge replied, 'We can do better than that. We'll be there in five minutes. Will you please do me a favour? When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system, that there is not a fire? It's the department coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room?
About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the hospital and extended its ladder up to Ben's third floor open window 16 fire-fighters climbed up the ladder into Ben's room. With his mother's permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they LOVED him.
With his dying breath, Ben looked up at the fire chief and said, 'Chief, am I really a fireman now?' 'Ben, you are, and the Head Chief, Jesus, is holding your hand,' the O.I.C said. With those words, Ben smiled and said, 'I know, He's been holding my hand all day, and the angels have been singing.' He closed his eyes one last time.
But the mills in our valley are silent The Windows all darkened and dead And there's never a job When schooldays are over For Alice Liza and Ted
The soot covers the shine of years gone by The laughing, chatting pals at break of day Wending their path to feed the looms and make their work the fruit of this land Now their life and labours away.
This is an extended version of the a previously published poem
The poem is from a pub in Slathwaite and the mill is in Bradford In the last 20 years I have seen countless mills close and either be demolished or converted
When I was a school leaver in 1976 there was work a plenty in the mills and you could walk out of one job on the Friday and get a fresh start on a Monday
I have a group at yahoo and if anybody is interested it is groups.yahoo.com/group/Urban-Dereliction I have a great respect for the buildings of a bygone era even more so when those buildings fall into disrepair
Hi all well we are now in the count down to old years night may I wish you all a very happy new year and hope it brings all you want and may all your dreams come true also thank all who have commented on my posts
This was found in a paper and i thought I would share it with you and also publish it in gratitude to all the brave troops from what ever country and where ever they are serving
God speed them a sfe campagin and swift return home
It was last week that the Tog tygs and gals lost one of the stalwarts of radio 2 Paul Walters he had fought along battle bravely against cancer he died aged 57 to all who heard him he was one of the best
This is Damems Station on The Kwvr Taken this morning in the winter sunlight
It was last week that the Tog tygs and gals lost one of the stalwarts of radio 2 Paul Walters he had fought along battle bravely against cancer he died aged 57 to all who heard him he was one of the best