1997 Pershore
Pershore`s the perfect place on a warm summers day.
I have come to hear the Brass band play.
The Abbey and green are so quiet and serene.
I`m all alone, not a soul to be seen.
Squirrels like quicksilver chase in and out of trees,
Then scurry up the trunk to hide amongst the leaves.
People on bicycles glide by as if floating on a breeze.
The sound of children`s laughter circles me with ease.
I sit very quiet and still absorbing the sounds around.
Birds calling blossom falling and the distant buzz of town.
Trees restless in the wind wildly dance entertaining me.
As I listen for the sounds of the music to be.
A dog races by barking madly at the sky
To disappear quickly,I look to see why.
All there is to this wonderful scene,
Is an ancient Abbey and a village green,
Peace returns and I sit in solitude enjoying the day,
Patiently waiting to hear the Brass Bands play.
© Val Cook 1997
The Lake District in Cumbria is a popular tourist attraction. Particularly for people who enjoy outdoor pursuits and walking.Lake Windermere is the main centre for water sports and boating.It`s about 70miles from our home.
The Lake District
Warm sunny days enjoying the scenary.
Long leafy lanes overhung with greenery.
Tall ferns nod as we drive by,
Searching for crystal clear blue sky.
Roofs covered with slate, grey green.
Whitewashed walls, in the sunshine gleam.
Lakes deep with a danger you`d drown.
Tiny row boats bobbing up and down,
Steam boats and Motor boats racing past fast.
Sailboats clanking their mainmasts.
Their movement in rapport,
With waves lapping on the shore.
Woolly sheep soon to be shorn,
Heads down intent grazing since dawn.
Lambs leaping, others sleeping,
Some huddle under trees peeping.
Gaunt granite crags call out for climbers,
Young ones learning from oldtimers.
Colourful helmets distinct on the rock face.
Walkers and cyclists compete for road space,
Motorists carefully taking the bends.
As country road weaves and wends.
In the town the people flock,
Until roads around the centre block.
Car parks fill,people in shops peer,
Looking for gifts and a Lakeland souvenir.
Or finding somewhere to eat,
In the noisy busy winding street.
At the end of the day the place is deserted,
The sightseers gone so the town has reverted.
To a quiet place by the shore.
Until daybreak brings the crowds once more
©Val Cook 1996
Dorothy`s Caravan
My friend Dorothy has a grand residential caravan.
I went there often,with Dorothy Winifred and Anne.
It`s on Anglesey, an island off the Northcoast of Wales.
Holyhead where the Car Ferry to Ireland sails.
There we relax,most of the time, knowing
That Winifred will keep the Gin & Tonics flowing.
Some days we would sit and watch the TV,
Until it was time to make the tea.
Other days we wandered around shops and market stalls,
Rummaged in Jumble Sales in village church halls.
Rode over Welsh mountains and through the lush green dales,
Driven in sunshine and terrible gales.
Dined at `The Farmhouse` a wonderful treat
But I couldn`t finish all they gave us to eat.
We`ve stayed in Betws y Coed,a lovely Welsh spot.
Llandudno where we shopped a lot.
Also been to Paris Rome Cyprus Majorca and Spain.
Enjoyed each others company again and again.
Happy days when we were just four.
Now there are three we don`t go anymore.
Our darling Anne passed away.
One cold miserable November day
We miss her companionship so much
Especially her laughter and loving touch
But we`re all getting older and can`t stand the pace
So quiet holidays all inclusive now is the case.
Dorothy and Winifred are forever going
On far flung holidays their tans ever glowing.
I shoot down to Australia to see family out there
They live so far it`s really not fair
But we have our memories of being together
All for one and one for all, forever and ever.
ValCook 1999
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