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Betty Hattersley
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Maytime
05/30/05
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May blossoms fill the branches and decorate the tree,
All beauty in it's vast array, a pleasure for to see.
Young animals are happy, starting out on life,
Then when they get much older, each male will take a wife.
It is the end of spring this month, time to knock on summers door,
Many hours for us to spend in nature's color store.
Every spring is special, how fresh the air can feel,
when you look at all this splendor, you wonder if it's real.
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Fairies In The Garden
05/30/05
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My grandma had a garden, where you could lose yourself,
This magic place where you might see a fairy or an elf.
I was so very young back then, barely five years old,
A place to see the rainbows end and find that pot of gold.
I used to wonder through the tree's, some flowers were quite tall,
Foxgloves, Lupins all around, creeping Ivy on the wall.
I longed to see some fairies, I searched there every day,
I loved this place, all on my own, so happily I'd play.
I never did quite see them, although of this I know,
They lived in grandma's garden, so many years ago.
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June
06/10/05
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Just what a perfect month this is, summers here at last,
Up and about quite early , as time goes by so fast.
Nature's nice warm blanket is wrapped around us now,
Every moment treasured, June, please take a bow.
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Autumn
09/30/05 |
Autumn leaves have fallen, so gently to the ground,
Underneath the dark bare trees, like a blanket on the ground.
Treading through the foliage, so dense this time of year,
Unkempt and yet so beautiful, how nature placed them there.
Magenta, bronze, rustic brown, different shades of green,
Now autumn is upon us, pure elegance the scene.
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Bonfire Night
10/15/05 |
Piles of burning plunder,
Toffee apples done,
Fireworks lighting up the sky,
A night for having fun.
Chestnuts they're a roasting,
Catherine wheels spin round,
Soaring rockets sprinkle down,
How exciting is the sound?
To add to all the splendour,
We place Guy Fawkes on top,
The whole attraction of this night,
Let's hope it doesn’t stop.
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A Yorkshire Stream
11/15/05 |
Winding and twisting, flowing so free,
Dancing with pebbles a sight for to see.
Shaded by tree*s so tall and so proud,
With gaps here and there to see a white cloud.
Swirling around to gather up speed,
Pretty yet wild, caressing a weed.
Stopping in places enjoying a rest,
Then onward again now full of fine zest.
Where has it come from where will it go?
Nature*s decided the path it will flow.
Sparkling like diamonds scattered about,
From a blanket of daylight of that there*s no doubt.
Bending so gracefully without a care,
Such beauty beholds for us all to share.
Colors will change as the seasons go past,
In winter the water will flows not so fast.
A fountain for wildlife, so fresh and so cool,
Insects and beetles will bask in a pool.
This treasure to find, what is its worth?
More priceless a gift from our mother earth.
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A Baby Was Born
11/30/05
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Christmas is a time for us to remember,
Of a baby who was born in this month of December.
No fancy nursery or cradle had he,
Or baubles and trimmings adorning a tree.
But a stable and a bed that was made out of straw,
So special this boy, what had life got in store?
A star shone so brightly to show where he lay,
Guiding the shepherds, showing the way.
Three kings also heard of this almighty birth,
A son born of God had arrived here on earth.
From the year he was born, through time that has passed,
Who would have thought celebrations would last.
How he changed peoples lives in every way,
Each year, thanks to Jesus, we have Christmas Day.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to our Editor and
all my Special Friends at purpledream, thank you and Blessings.
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Naughty Rudolph
12/08/05
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All was so quiet, the snow lay about,
The streets were deserted, of that there's no doubt.
Inside the houses, stockings were ready,
Then breaking the silence a voice shouts "be steady".
Over the rooftops, what a to-do,
Rudolph was causing a hullabaloo.
His job was supposed to be leading the team,
But he'd sipped on the sherry, ate mince pies with cream.
Santa was trying to steady them all,
His sleigh started swirling, maybe he'd fall.
Rudolph felt poorly, what had he done?
So important his job, he's just number one.
His red nose was fading, it looked nearly pink,
This naughty young reindeer had stole Santa's drink.
They stopped for a while to have a short rest,
Rudolph was sorry for Santa knows best.
"Look at the time, we haven't got long,
All of the reindeers agreed he was wrong.
But slowly his nose turned back to bright red,
"Lets deliver the toys to the children in bed".
The magic returned so onward they flew,
Rudolph felt better, in fact good as new.
Never again will he steal Santa's drink,
Just imagine no toys, it made Rudolph think.
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Nature
07/28/06 |
How can we understand nature's array?
Four seasons she sends us, to cover each day.
Winter, then Spring, fine Summers and Fall,
Thinking we know her, we don't know her at all.
Can't take her for granted, don't get her annoyed,
Many think they can beat her, lets just say, they have tried.
When you think it is summer, she can flood lands with rain,
Tsunamis and Hurricanes sending sadness and pain.
Crops that have died, why cause a drought?
She really strong and of that there's no doubt.
So cold in the winter, with ice everywhere,
You think she's not bothered, don't really care.
Yet look at the beauty when nature is kind,
No prettier place than our earth you will find.
All round the world you can see where she's been,
Her stage she prepares to deliver the scene.
I don't understand her, so good and yet bad,
She can make people happy but then make them sad.
By helping grow food that everyone needs,
Then she sends her bad weather to ruin the seeds.
Perhaps she knows best, her secrets she keeps,
Sometimes she's awake and then fast asleep.
Not knowing what next she has in her plan,
Just try to be kinder, dear nature, to man.
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A Little Stream
08/09/06 |
Shaded by great Willow tree's weeping in the stream,
Reflecting all their branches many colors of bright green.
Strong and sturdy Oak tree's help the Willows with their shade,
Keeping cool, that little stream, within the country glade.
Water swirls around the rocks, stopping for a rest,
Onward sparkling as before, filled once more with zest.
It dances with the flowers and hides behind some grass,
Larger stones with velvet moss will let the water pass.
Wild blossoms are so happy to grow beside the stream,
The sunlight peeps through all the leaves which makes the water gleam.
A haven for the animals to stop and have a drink,
Shallow water, always fresh, no fear that they will sink.
Hedgehogs like to scurry through leaves upon the ground,
A deer will often visit but listen for each sound.
Rabbits and grey squirrels maybe we can see,
Running up the Oak tree to his home inside the tree.
A dragon fly, a bumble bee, a busy wasp or two,
The spiders web that looks divine with drops of morning dew.
This peaceful place, called somewhere, not to far away,
Will be a place where you can go and maybe see some day.
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