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|
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 ...
Social mobility, all in all is a laudable aspiration,
But is it 'up' from being 'down' or 'sideways' in any direction?
And who decides where 'up' is - by what measure, compass or scale?
Your zenith may be my nadir, your dross my Holy Grail!
Sons of Lords end up in the courts after showing unusual behaviour
in a local park, frequented by those of a distinctly different order.
There, Latin conjugations' take on meanings not learnt in school,
And a privileged childhood holds no sway w