Biography of Bob Oldfield
Educated at Liverpool Collegiate School and then Edge Hill University, Ormskirk, Lancashire, U.K. and Gonzaga University, Washington, U.S.A. Began a teaching career in 1976 in Wirral, Merseyside, UK. Emigrated to British Columbia 1992. Singer/songwriter, poet, broadcaster and proud grandfather!
Married to Linda in 1975, children Emma, Helen and Dan three cool grandsons, Eli & Zach & Ben, and a grandaughter Imogen. Currently working in school administration in B.C.
Bob Oldfield Poems
He's Here! (Ode To A New Grandson)
He's here! He's out of hiding And ready to face the world
In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan As did those who were injured and dying Slumped unceremoniously in mud-filled trenches Craving for the warmth of a home-fire burning
Rain Forest Blues - And Greens
Artistic beauty A silver arrow shoots Swiftly and silently across The stillness of a moonlit lake
Great Minds Think Alike
Out there In the great 'somewhere' There may be someone Who,
What They Say About You (Part 1)
They say You changed the water into wine But that it was Probably non-alcoholic;
The Heart Has Reasons
I saw you Amidst a crowd of nameless faces I saw you And though there should have been no reason
I Am Drawn
I scan the crowd, picking through the sea of faces And despite the odds I find her. Connected by a cord of love The pull of which is inescapable
I never was good At getting kites to fly. I run until I am blue in the face, Turn with anticipation and look upwards
For all the times that I mess up In my enthusiam To try to do things my way; In my pig-headedness
Neatly brushed and shaped Your soft, brown hair glistens As the sun highlights extremes of colour Not normally seen.
Stranger In A Strange Land
I arrive Tired but exhilarated Full of anticipation A new beginning
So now I understand... Your eyes became too big for your belly You wanted extra helpings Of everything
I Think, Therefore...
Cover yourself with blankets Of reasoned argument If you want
I'M With The Kids
I'm with the kids Who want to run in the hallways And chew gum in class And take two extra minutes outside
In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan
As did those who were injured and dying
Slumped unceremoniously in mud-filled trenches
Craving for the warmth of a home-fire burning
But there was none
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
And fingers, numb of feeling like brittle twigs
Twisted at the end of slowly rotting branches.