Paignton (Palace Avenue) Methodist Church

Palace Avenue, Paignton, Devon, United Kingdom

'NEWSLINK' - POEMS

CALMING PRAYER FOR THE BEREAVED

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the soft uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.


A VERY BRITISH SUMMER

  A British Summer is a wonderful thing
A wee bit of autumn and a wee bit of spring
A few rays of sun and we relish the heat
Baring our arms and baring our feet.

 We plan for our picnics and barbecues too
Praying for sunshine and skies powder blue.
Garden parties on lawns is part of the dream,
Regattas and tennis with strawberries and cream.
Floaty dresses and sandals and daylight till late.
Summer fruits, arts and crafts at a nice country fete.

 We continue regardless when skies turn grey,
 A light summer shower won’t get in our way;
A gazebo here or a tent over there
Continues the fun till the weather turns fair.

 With the winter ahead and the nights so dark
No more strolls on the beach, lovely walks in the park.
We make the best of these salad days
Before going back to our wintry ways.

 But on days when the sun shines through skies clear and bright
The British Summer’s a glorious sight;
We’ll tarry outside for the slightest of reasons
To revel and cherish our warmest of Seasons.

© Trisha Nason
(Freda’s daughter-in-law)


AUTUMN

Mellow weather, tweeds and heather
Golden grows the gorse
Beech leaves turning, creeper burning
Grass becoming coarse.

 Fields of stubble, brooks that bubble
Lanes with rainbow ruts
Hedges looped with blackberries
And the bushes decked with nuts.

 Hips and haws by scores and scores
And the honey from the bees
Mushrooms in the dewy dell
And moss beneath the trees.

 A world of wealth and wonder
Where the leaves dance as they fall
And all we lack is just the time
To go and see it all.

© Ruth l’Anson

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