As spring Turns To Summer

as spring turns to summer
and the robin's build thier nest
with twigs and bit's and pieces
they really do thier best

the nest is built for comfort
for thier tiny little eggs.
in a couple of weeks of sitting
feather's all fluffed and wings spread

one after another out pop's a tiny head
now mum and dad are bussy
with flying back and forth
beak's full of bug's and catterpillars

ever watchfull of a prowling cat
or other's that like to prey
upon thier tiny fledgeling's
with nothing for cover but the sky

mum and dad have done thier best
the fledgeling's have grown thier feather's
with practice fluttering's
they have grown up and All have fled the nest

written by muriel rowe

28/5/06

a little mixed up

just a line to say i'm living that i'm not among the dead though i'm getting more forgetful and mixed up in my old head i've got used to my arthritis and to my dentures i'm resigned i can manage my bifocals " but " gosh i miss my mind sometimes i cant remember standing at the lowest stair " if "i must go up for something or have i just come down from there and before the fridge so often my poor mind is filled with doubt have i just put food away or have i come to take some out there are times when in the darkness with my night cap on my head i can't decide if i'm retiring or about to get out of bed so if i owe you a letter there's no point in getting sore i may think that i have written and dont want to be a bore there i stood before the mail box with a face so very red instead of mailing you my letter i had opened it insted unknown auther

my little angel

yes i have a little angel
her colour is black & tan
she has the brightest eye's
and the cutest button nose
(and she's mine- all mine-all- mine)

I love my little angel
she's the best thing
since sliced bread
i hug her to me every day
(and she's mine-all mine-all mine)

without my little angel
my life would be so dull
when i wake up in the morning
she's there for me to hug
( cos she's mine-all mine-all mine )

(c) 2006 - Muriel Rowe