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Crystal clear water flows down the Avon
Sentiment unstirred as boats are all moored Has it ever been this clear? Has it ever been this quiet? The air is fresh and smells of spring blossom And still is the hum of traffic No cars today on the once busy roads Only the sounds of the wind in the leaves The birds in the trees The gentle flow of moving water In secluded spaces And forests of old trees remaining beautifully unperturbed Corridors of white blossom line sunshine kissed trails Dry dirt in warmth of spring sunshine These are the moments I forget Moments of escape Moments of appreciation With the clean water The fresh air And the radiant blossom This is fine
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Sometimes when I sit in the sunshine I forget theres a wild storm raging
Where people are fighting And loosing And grieving But then the spring hits And can't help but smile And listen to the birds And the laughter of children And the turning of the world But the storm keeps raging In brightly lit florescent rooms Where brave people In insufficient gear Battle an enemy who is cryptic And unseen They brave the storm in their paddle boats And fishing boats To save those stranded in need Sitting in the sunshine I sometimes forget the storm But I always remember those brave people Who haven't seen their families in weeks Who haven't had a hug Who face grisly death everyday And keep fighting And keep healthy And we support them In the sunshine In our homes Until this storm doth pass
To my daughter Millicent Edith Karson. Born 20-02-2020 Welcome to the world Lil’ Lil Millicent Edith Karson We welcome you Conceived in love Welcomed In Family Innocent Millicent Whose name means strength in work Profit through war We will prepare you for this hard cold world that is filled with untold beauty and shockingly powerful love We love you Welcome to the world  Another year past in the blink of an eye
Where did that time go? Toasts made to new family and old friends Various beverages and feasts consumed Bubbles, bourbon and beer sipped in joy under the twinkling lights of a fading christmas tree Memories of a year come to pass Feelings and predictions about the future Mingle into an air of emotions that don't translate well into words Yet here we are Still trying Reflecting another year gone The end of a decade Somehow feels like the end of an era Maybe this year, good decisions won't need to wait for hindsight It is 20-20 after all And the future calls Still full of hope We listen to it's promise This year will be better than the last Humans are an optomistic species Children growing up so quickly It won't be long before they join us on the bubbly Where did the time go? Another year is come Another chance to get it right. 100 shiny ornaments hanging from the tree
A collection of memories and love Precious patchwork pieces of home, stitched together by time and family. Shiney green and red reflections of smiling faces on happy children who don’t need to pretend to be patient Relaxed relatives sip contentedness Resting in the warmth of family 100 sweet ornaments bounce firelight into far corners of forgotten innocence Nostalgic memories of simpler times Look around They are simple now Hollow bobbles hold the essence of laughter Its amazing they don’t burst! Crackers revealing crowns of colour We wear them together Love is the clue Binding us and reminding us of cycles of joy 100 unique ornaments each telling a story Snow day escapades and stuffed turkey feasts Satsuma champagne mornings with the fragrance of mince This is a celebration of bounty Please Invite those in need to share Spreading joy is in the air Along with the sizzling smell of legendary leftovers Cranberry turkey combinations with stuffing to make a sandwich of champions A special Christmas treat 100 hanging ornaments dangle under the tree Overflowing with gifts from close friends and distant family Knick knacks paddiwacks and little toys that go click clack They are passed around with smiles and excitement In the sparkling lights, we think of our friends Keep lists of who sent them Must remember to send them a thank you I miss you Hope to catch up soon We think of those who are not present and salute them with a toast We will always miss you Long Boxing Day walks with meaningful talks We find comfort with friends Warmth with family 100 small ornaments ready to hang The tree is up The fire is lit Christmas is here |
Douglas Karson
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