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Betty Hattersley
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Dreams
02/17/03
What is a dream, a thought or wish? I often think this way, |
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the ambition you strive for, the status you crave for
do we separate in our minds what is a dream or just something to say,
or an idea locked in our thoughts, keeping them safe in store.
A millionaire one day is a dream, many a person will have this desire,
thinking everything will change their way of life, to accomplish this goal
money alone cannot give happiness, there are other things one needs to require,
to be healthy and happy are also one's dream, to be honest and have a pure soul.
Turn dreams into reality that is the key, if one has the means to do so,
not all have the chance to achieve their dreams and make them real
some dreams are best left as they are, their ambitions to never know,
a dream can be something that one just thinks about, just something you feel.
What ever the dream your thinking about, what ever the thought in your mind,
the journey you take all through your life, your dreams I hope you will find.
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Shadows
02/23/03 |
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When your told it's time for bed as night time starts to fall,
Although you try so hard to sleep, there's a shadow on the wall.
You wonder what those shapes are, some strange and scary things,
A great enormous monster, with giant flapping wings.
You hide inside the covers, then peep with just one eye,
Waiting there in silence, to see a monster fly.
Now it's time to worry and you really are not sure,
You hear a click, a light comes on, someone's opening the door.
The light shines in your bedroom and the monster disappears,
Mummy comes to tuck you in and kiss away the tears.
You look towards the window, the monster for to see,
A little smile comes on your face, the monster was a tree.
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Favourite Things
03/02/03 |
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To sit back and think of my favourite things, that makes life so special to me,
My mind is aglow, which one? I don't know, which favourite, which one will it be?.
To look at a sunrise, the start of the day, is beauty that's all on it's own,
My children I see, as proud as can be, they're all adults, look how they've grown.
The sunset at night, now there is a sight, to tell us it's time for to sleep,
The dog that we had, when my son was a lad, laughter that caused us to weep.
All dressed in white, a mother's delight, the day my daughter was wed,
When my son as a groom, he stood out in a room, the bridesmaids looked pretty in red.
The people I meet, not just in the street, the people all over the globe,
Writer's and poet's, their riches to share, their words to wear like a robe.
Grandchildren are favourites, moments we share, cuddles and kisses amass,
Like reading a story or playing with toys or running around on the grass.
The day's when two people entered my life, partners my children had chose,
Surprise that it brings, when you finally see, the very first bloom of a rose.
A favourite time or a being, is a difficult task to decide,
To go for a walk, or just stopping to talk or maybe to go for a ride.
So many are these precious moments, one favourite I cannot agree,
Every moment is special throughout my life, life is my favourite, you see.
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Miracles
03/10/03 |
Do you believe in miracles? Do you think they're really true?
Take one look at a baby delivered all brand new.
Their delicate little fingers and pretty little toes,
Just like a tiny rosebud that will grow into a Rose.
That smile that melts your heart away, a hug that feels just right,
The way they look so peaceful when fast asleep at night.
Alway's they're so trusting, the way that children do,
When starting on lifes journey, their first signpost is you.
Our children are such treasure, priceless works of art,
When cared for, loved and guided they grow within our heart.
Sometimes life can be difficult, when we forget what's there,
But take a look at that little face and your just a millionaire.
These miracles are part of us, our future's in their hands,
So hold them very tightly, until they understand.
If part of you grows with them, we really need to show,
The way an adult should behave, into you, one day will grow.
So miracles do happen and every day they do,
Lots and lots of miracles are delivered all brand new.
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Sausages
03/16/03 |
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We ran a little canteen, inside a training centre,
You passed by the reception desk, then through a door marked enter.
The kitchen was well fitted out, where we could cook our things.
A toaster, cups, some pots and pans, a cooker with four rings.
Then there was a griddle, to fry the breakfast food,
People usually booked before, so they ate before they queued.
Sausages was the favourite choice, it was the number one,
Every day we cooked them all, in no time they were gone.
One morning was quite different, no-one came to book,
So we decided anyway some sausages we'd cook.
When people came to breakfast, I'm afraid I cannot boast,
No-one wanted sausages, but bacon, egg or toast.
I panicked for a second, then Jackie said "no fear,
When people ask for other things, I'll pretend I cannot hear".
"Can I have a sandwich please, bacon will do fine",
Jackie served them sausages, then served the next in line.
When breakfast time was over, no sausages to see,
Jackie had done very well, we couldn't wait for tea.
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Springtime
03/24/03 |
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Would you like to walk with me, along a country lane?
No need for your umbrella, I don't think that it will rain.
Mornings are much lighter now, the breeze is not so cold,
The sun peeps out so brightly, around the clouds unfold.
Look at all those little buds spreading everywhere,
The hedgegrow is so pretty, a splash of colour here and there.
Over in the meadow, the baby lambs are out,
Not moving far from mother, but love to prance about.
Daffodils are blooming, dancing with the grass,
It's amazing how they multiply, growing in a mass.
Birds are singing sweetly, perched upon a bough,
The fresh smell of the springtime, is really with us now.
A time of new beginnings, the start of life anew,
Eggs are waiting to be hatched, how many? one or two.
Horses in a field of green, feeding on fresh hay,
A blanket covers over them, I see they're dapple grey.
Miles of different shades to view, a perfect patchwork quilt,
In yonder distance I can see, a shed for cows, just built.
The farmer has been busy, ploughing acre's since the dawn,
Driving his big tractor and planting lots of corn.
Look there is a duck pond, hens and chickens to,
Across the hedge I hear a noise, what's all the hullabaloo?
A pigsty full of piglets, all waiting to be food,
Mother looks on patiently, her hungry little brood.
Just around the corner, a tree has fallen down,
A piece of log is left there, bark of rustic brown.
Lets sit for just a moment, reflecting all the view,
How everything is beautiful, fresh and very new.
I hear a distant chiming, that's carried in the breeze,
The village church and steeple see shining through the tree's.
Church bells ringing gently, for local folk to know,
It's time to get together, their thanks they want to show.
Time to stroll back homewards, leaving nature to it's chores,
I'm glad the springtime keeper, has opened up it's doors.
So many things to gaze about, wonders everywhere,
A start to all four seasons, each one a different flair.
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Mother's
04/02/03 |
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Mother's are the wonders, the treasures of the earth,
No matter how much pains involved, it's them that gives us birth.
Right from our beginnings, through babyhood it's true,
They're always there to help us in everything we do.
We often wish we'd say the words that we have in our heart,
A mother and her children's love, none should ever part.
Mom I truly love you each minute of the day,
I only wish I'd find the words I really want to say.
Thank you for your kindness and unconditional love,
How many times I bless you and thank the lord above.
For giving me a mother as dear as one can be,
And most of all, I want to say, thank you for loving me.
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Fisherman's Bay
04/08/03 |
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Silhouette's in the sunset, caressed with amber glow,
Fishing boats are resting, in the harbour, don't you know?
A melody of colours, like a paint box open wide,
Moored so close together, so tranquil, side by side.
The fishermen have left their nets, drying until morn,
Stretched out on the key side, for work just after dawn.
The sea looks very peaceful, as the evening starts to fall,
Cruiser's, dinghies, sail boats, one's with masts so tall.
To view the panorama, of this setting, in this light,
The daytime's coming to a close, the beginning of the night.
No wind or breeze to spoil the calm, serenity around,
Flickering sequin patterns reflecting all abound.
Shadows on the cobbled streets, that descend onto the bay,
Tiny thatched roof cottages, built long many a day.
This quaint old fishing village, where time has just stood still,
Change would be a pity, let's hope it never will.
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Our Wedding Day
04/16/03 |
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It's the close of the day my darling, time for me to sleep.
With my head resting on my pillow, no need for counting sheep.
As my eyelids get so heavy, I think what tomorrow will bring.
Sweetheart, this is the day we marry and I shall wear your ring.
How much I really love you, I want to show you how.
As we stand beside each other to make our precious vow.
So goodnight my one and only, of our love dear lord I pray.
Be with us now and always and on our wedding day.
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The Lighthouse
04/23/03 |
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A structure from which a light beam projects,
By night guiding mariners, this beacon protects.
Daytime a marker, it's warning reflects.
The very first Lighthouse in past history,
Was constructed and built in the seventh century,
Erected in harbours and many esturies.
Guarding the coastline, on rocks or on shoals,
The most famous Lighthouse was called just Pharos.
One of the worlds seven wonders as the old story goes.
The old fashioned Lighthouse surmounted a fire,
To keep this flame going, no time for to tire.
Electric invented, now powered by wire.
Modern new Lighthouses revolve and then flash,
Still protecting the coastline, safeguarding a crash.
The mariner's guardian, a pirates panache.
When lifeboats and fishermen, sailor's galore,
Storm over water, countries at war.
The Lighthouse their saviour, to guide home to shore.
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