Christmas was a gift, a pure joy,
opening presents, skating
on the winter pond.
Summer was the season
of sunshine and flowers, I was fond
of climbing hills and catching fish.
Now, in the Autumn of my life
I've no time for apple bobbin'
no Halloween or trick or treat
a ghost of my old self
haunting the places where
I used to belong.
HALLOWEEN GHOSTIE
A ghost of my former self
only good for Halloween now
when young and in good health
Christmas was a gift, a pure joy
winter skating on the pond.
Summer was the season
of flowers and sunshine, I was fond.
Now it's the Autumn of my life
but I've no time for apple bobbin'
just haunting the places where
I used to belong.
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
Love ya!
Jane