SHIRLEYS HUMOUR PASSAGE

SPRING CLEANING

When winter is over and the sun starts to shine

Our homes always look a bit drab

The woodwork looks fine and the walls really shine

But to others the paint brush they grab.

When I hear the words satin or matt

White spirit, sugar soap and Thinner

I know that I’ve lost so just count the cost

On this subject I am surely no winner.

The smell of the paint is so strong

I have no choice but to leave

It has to be quick or I’ll be very sick

As I’m already starting to heave.

Although the weather is wet and cold

I go out to escape the foul smell

So that when I get back and take off my Mac

I can take a deep breath really well.

Don’t get me wrong when it’s done

I can sing a thankful refrain

That without fear it will last a year

Then be in need of re-painting again.

Thoughtful passage

DREAMING

In winter-time I sit and dream

Because the dark days really seem

To be here for months to stay

And last forever and a day.

I dream of visiting warmer places

Of seeing smiling happy faces

Folk enjoying the sea and the sun

And the freedom enjoyed by everyone.

I dream of walks through fields of green

Finding wildlife rarely seen

To enjoy the fresh pure country air

And feel the breeze rustling in my hair.

I dream of the sea-shore oh what a sight

Glistening pebbles washed clean and bright,

The sound of the tide as it ebbs and flows

I can almost feel it running over my toes.

My dreams cost me little but give me a thrill

And help to keep out the winters chill,

So I must wait and see what the next day will bring

And hope sincerely to see signs of spring.

Thoughtful passage

THE SKY’S THE LIMIT

I look up to the sky and what do I see?

Fluffy white clouds on a backcloth of blue

If only I had an artistic hand

I could paint a picture to view.

I look up to the sky and what do I see?

A flock of birds in full flight

Where they are off to I haven’t a clue

But it’s such a wonderful sight.

I look up to the sky and what do I see?

The trail of a plane on its way

To faraway places with strange sounding names

I couldn’t begin how to say.

I look up to the sky and what do I see?

A colourful rainbow to spy

I watch in awe at this wondrous sight

Which really appeals to my eye?

I look up to the sky and what do I see?

A bed of stars twinkling down

Each one is different in shape and size

Which shine all over the Town?

I look up to the sky in great wonder

And marvel at all that’s around

A moving picture comes to mind

Only this one has no sound.