Alf Hutchison Poems

Tired Mary, mouth so parched,
To Bethlehem you had marched,
Husband Joseph by your side,
Attending well his blessed bride.
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Please walk a while with me my friend,
Along life’s beach which has no end,
Beside its oceans ebbs and flow,
That special place where true friends go.
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I am a wanderer in this nomadic land,
To whom can I lend a helping hand,
To make dark lives a little lighter,
Be a bastion of peace; not a fighter.
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No-one now to share your dreams,
To walk beside those mountain streams,
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A vulture flies on Azure blue Skies,
Africa’s ‘Cordon Bleu’ of flesh demise;
Whilst relentless sun heats up the land,
Flight feathers now by thermals fanned,
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A tribute to Rhodesia's Soldier Pioneers.

He held Dads medals in his hand,
As they lowered his casket down
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What manner of man thinks this world was created
By an omnipotent, omniscient, all loving God?
What manner of man thinks this world not created?
By an omnipotent, omnipresent, all powerful God?
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Angels flew about that night,
Beneath that star shining bright,
Beckoning Shepherds “your Saviors here”
“Go in haste and do not fear”,
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Forgive me; did I say something wrong,
Your countenance has changed; no smile.
Pushed now to a depth, I don’t belong.
Your plaything, for just a fleeting while.
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Salute to ‘Author unknown’

“Is it not strange, that princes and kings,
And clowns who frolic in circus rings,
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