I'm Going Sit On Top Of a Hill

I'm going to sit on top of a hill
in the early morning, cool and still,
and listen to the wind rustling through the trees,
watch the clouds go where they please.

The trees are every shade of green,
the fields add colour in between.
The houses; dressed in local stone,
are islands of their very own.

The cars and lorrys tell me there,
are people out and everywhere. 
But from my hill; not a soul will I
in all that green, those people spy.

I see the cows in their field
keeping up their daily yeald,
eating grass; no other goals,
than making milk for breakfast bowls.

I see a distant shower of rain,
refreshing all to grow again.
And feel the rain upon my face,
once more I'm part of the human race.

So I'm going to sit on top of this hill
refresh my soul: recharge; until
the world no longer masters me,
then I'll be king of all all I see! 


The moon at which you stare
stares down on those you love.
The sun which warms your heart
warms their heart too!
Smile at the moon,
smile at the sun!

Concrete Poetry

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Old friends.
Oh the things we've done,
the places we've been!
Not as young as we used to be,
scars witness to lifes little mishaps. 

the calluses of hard work,
nagged by the occasional ache
and the groove made by a band of gold.

Always there,
always have been,
with me to the end!


How long will it last?

The earth inhales.
clean air!
Blinking; it rubs its eyes.
Vistas; long since hidden,
'neath mans smog and fumes are now visible, 
its skies have cleared!
No more the miasma of the metal 'birds' which filled the skies!
The ache of mans hangover is clearing too,
the waters which run through the earths soul now run clear as crystal. 
Mans noise has subsided.
The endless hum of their being has been quietened.
The earth's creatures are happy!
The birds sing out,
natures voice can be heard again!

The earth feels good,
it feels invigorated, 
refreshed like new...

But; how long will it last?

Condition Unknown

Lying upside down on the road,
a car and it's driver.
Amidst the detritus of an accident, 
people who maybe saw the accident,
people who were maybe involved.
Standing around,
shrugging shoulders,

Gingerly I pass the scene to get on with my day.
Around the upside down car,
past the driver,
still lying on the road, 
wrapped up in a blanket.
Condition unknown