Did I once have a rocking horse ?
How fast did it go,
Over hills, over fields,
Up mountain paths,
Down into dales and vales.
If I had a rocking horse
Where did it live?
In stables or a farm yard
Or the back bedroom in our house.
What colour was that rocking horse
Was it a bay?
A white maned charger
A gentle, dappled grey?
I once had a rocking horse,
So long ago
I don’t remember anything-
Where did it go?
I have been thinking what I would like to hear more of this year and the answer has to be peace.
If more people turned round and decided not to fight, that fighting does not resolve things, that negotiation is the way to go, then perhaps the human race could get somewhere.
If money was not spent on armaments then it could be used to sort out global climate change. The resources used to build planes and missiles could be used to make solar panels or build desalination stations.
Instead we seem to just push on regardless and want to destroy not improve relationships between peoples.
I would like to quote John Lennon
“give peace a chance” … …
This is my partners painting of our old cat from about 30 years ago.
It’s oil paint on hardboard. He doesn’t paint but when we had this cat he decided to have a go. He also did a large painting of sunflowers at the same time. I love this , it’s up in our bedroom. When I wake up in the morning I remember her.
To anyone who thinks they can’t paint or draw I would say it doesn’t matter. This is a loving attempt at capturing a sweet cat. It’s the feeling behind this that matters and I love Richard for painting it.
You shackled my heart,
Love, locked shut,
You closed the gate and threw away the key.
Your love rusted away,
Stopping the blood,
Iron filings instead of red corpuscles…
Bitter cold rain blended with tears,
No love here,
No more love, no more light,
Fastened in and imprisoned,
The dove turned to stone.
Take flight through one tiny gap.
Find new love,