Kate Beamish Poems
- Retirement? Hour by hour I sit and muse in what way my brain...
- Snow Fall Falling with a whisper, soft, fluttering snow, ...
- The Village Hall Built solidly of stone or bricks, no ...
- Seize Every Chance We pass this way just once, it’s said, ...
- To Spring Some years you visit briefly, with barely time to ...
Now living in Somerset. Have five adult children and five Grandchildren. Also love painting and gardening.
Have been writing poetry for approximately twenty five years. Never consciously write on a subject, but rather 'as the spirit moves'. Usually don't make any adjustments to scanning, rhyme or rythm, just keep scribbling as fast as I can to catch the words as they come from ... more »
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Hour by hour I sit and muse
in what way my brain to use.
Shall I write or shall I read
for such effort is there need
I think on this and think on that,
some thoughts come easily as pat,
others cause my brain to shun
from anything that isn’t fun.
Retirement. A perpetual rest?
I’ve never known a harder test!
I’ve never been inclined to shirk,
but doing nothing’s such hard work.
I’m sure it’s true, some OAPs
know how it’s best to enjoy ease.
I wish that I was one of those
able to sit, relax and doze.