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Where Have All The Trees Gone Dad?
Dad! When I was in school the teacher showed me a picture of a tree
I've never seen one of those before, tall and handsome and brown and green you see
Do you remember seeing a tree when you were young? My teacher says there were many
She says that they grew all over the world but now days there aren't any
Flower Power
What is a flower? With it's puny petals and stem
Just a cultivated weed to be crushed under foot
It is not exactly a precious shiny gem
Its just flora, not even worth a second look
George Best.
Dear George of united a magician on the ball
Ball skills, balance, power, George you had them all
You struck fear in defenders hearts when dribbling down the wing
You would take the ball, score a goal and make the whole crowd sing.
The Youth Of Today.
She slouched into the off licence with a child in a pram
'I need some f***ing cider, ' she said, 'for my old f***ing man.'
'How many would you like? ' Said the, man behind the bar
She said, 'just enough to get him p****d, I'll have twenty ta.'
If Only.
If only we picked pens and not guns when affronted
If only we used words and not fist when confronted
If only we spoke and not yelled when frustrated
If only we stayed clam and not enraged when berated.
And The Wheel Rolled On.
And the wheel rolled on
Down and down picking up speed gathering no moss
Sweeping aside all standing in the way
Leaving deep ruts in its wake, all men at a loss
With These Eyes.
With these eyes I have seen the world and all of natures spendour
The ins and outs of everyday life and fools of either gender
Witnessed courage bourn from fear, and truth told in defiance
And acts of wickedness mean of thought and followers of blind compliance
The Rain Came Today.
The rain came today without warning, it soaked me through to the bone
Like the message I received about you and me left on the answer phone
The sky is grey in this month of May and the sun will not shine anymore
I am alone in this dreary old home, loveless and all on my own.
Constant pressure to be correct
Political correctness gone mad
When we write, they will dissect
Extracting words they deem bad.
Standing On The Beacon.
Standing on the beacon, over ten thousand acres of land
With a light wind in my face I feel I have the world here in my hand
No one could be in a more beautiful place on a clear and sunny day
Looking over patchwork fields of emerald, watching lambs at play

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