heather sweeting Poems
|1.||At The Turn Of The Tide...||9/15/2012|
|4.||Bramblepatch The Cat||9/20/2012|
|9.||Fit For All||6/5/2013|
|10.||The Silver Trees||6/6/2013|
|11.||The Battle Of 'sayno Moor'!||6/12/2013|
|14.||River Of Life||9/1/2013|
|15.||Never The Same...||9/7/2012|
|16.||Go For It!||9/11/2012|
|17.||A Nice Pub Lunch!||9/13/2012|
|19.||Lost But Not Forgotten...||1/25/2014|
|21.||A Grandchild's Kiss||9/13/2012|
Comments about heather sweeting
The crack of a twig, the twitch of a tail,
Something moved on the jungle trail.
Crickets chirped in the warm night air,
And all the time, something else was there.
Moonbeams played on a tawny back,
Well hidden on that jungle track.
A man walked watchfully along the path,
In one hand a rifle in the other his staff.
Eyes looked around unblinking and bright,
And something moved in the shadows that night.
A hovering paw, a lithe silhouette,
To leap..To strike? Not yet, not yet...
The man, sensing movement, froze then turned,
Two amber eyes in the ...
Never The Same...
They never go away,
Memories of that day, that night,
When all the light took leave and flew.
Darkness came and blocked all sight
Of another day, another way.
When he died, half of you died too.
Now you struggle to balance,
Fight to take one step
Or you will never more stir.