Our Holiday!!

Paper thin walls that hide nothing
Narrow corridors with no windows
Never enough storage or drawers
Small beds with tiny flat pillows

All the shoes stored by the door way
Fridge crammed full of all that`s needed
Towels and swim things draped everywhere
Normal rules need not be heeded

Our car`s parked on a patch nearby
The play area`s across the site
A plot of grass outside our door
For our blanket, it fits just right!

No matter what the weather does
We will explore, visit and roam
Having a great time on holiday
So for this week, this is our home !!


I love caravan holidays,  they are great fun, but can be a bit cramped but we love it really.  Too tired at the end of the day to worry and out side most of the day time.  Don`t really care about the weather. We will be home at the end of the week with loads of memories.  ( plus half the sand from the beach !! )

Stormy Seas

Foamy topped waves hitting the beach
Then rising up the sandy shore
Depositing shells and drift wood
Amongst the rocks, with such a roar

Seas crashing over the wind-breaks
Churning and howling with such power
Deafening you with all it`s fury
Landing waves high up the tower

Through the night the storm rages on
The coast gets so badly battered
Splintered wood and twisted buildings
Nothing safe, as all is shattered

Morning light brings peace and stillness
All is quiet now the storm has passed
Washed up debris along the beach
Shows how the seas can change so fast.


Having stayed near the sea, its been wonderful to walk long the beach and see the different moods of the ocean.  The sea can change so quickly from a calm state to a churning howling mass.  I just wanted to capture it at it`s most powerful.

The beach

Golden grains of sands
Feels hot under my feet
Sticking to my toes
In this summer heat

Gentle ebbing waters
Flowing to and fro
Movement of the tides
Changing from high to low

Tidal pools appearing
Exposing life to see
There for a short time
Near to the quay

Sunshine beating down
Shadows banished away
Creating memories
Of a wonderful day.


On holiday, we spent time on the beach, crabbing, paddling, walking along the tide line, exploring the pools.  It was a wonderful day in the sun.

Sheldon Retreat

Quiet, peaceful, tranquility, grace

Remoote, secluded, found God in this place

Our problems are bought here, and laid out bare

We`re replenished, restored, strengthened through prayer

Nature around us, time for reflection

The spirit within us, points a new direction

Enjoyment and laughter, we`re hearing the call

Kindness and friendship, supporting us all.

Time for departure, going onwards with Jesus

Secure in the knowledge, that God`s all around us.

I went on a retreat quite a few years ago at a place called Sheldon. It was very peaceful and remote, but had everything there on site that you needed. It was a very refreshing weekend and I got a lot out of it.

I wrote this poem on the last evening I was there.



I thought I knew you

I really thought I did

But now I find you are not the man I knew

What am I suppose to think or do?

I wanted to marry you

I needed to be loved

But now I find you are not that guy

I keep on asking myself, why?

I knew you had a past

I recognised that

But now I find there is much more to it

You and I, do we really fit?

I will let you be

I need to be free

But when I have worked it all out

You will know without a doubt.

Promises of happiness don`t always work out, they are a test of our strength and we learn from them, as we do all through our lives.

We grow stronger with every battle, until the right things all slot into place and the whole picture is seen in it`s entirety.



Emotions

Anger, rage and thunder
Is the order of the day
Stamping, yelling and tears
The pain won`t go away

Darkness all around us
No light for us to see
The noise just gets louder
Please, just let us be!

Everyone`s against us
Nothings going right
Little things seem so bad
The tunnel has no light

We take three steps forward
Then take two steps back
The battles always nears us
There`s never time to slack

If only we could rest now
Step off this round-about
Slow down for just a while
Let off a real good shout.

The stress, the strain and worry
Now what are we to do?
What ever we might try
Our solutions seem so few.


This poem came about when everything seemed to be going wrong,
I was at a real low point in my life after losing my husband and smashing up my wrist.  How times have changed now, thankfully.

Lillesden School

Dark gothic buildings with fire escapes
Stood looking over green luscious land
An education establishment
Found in the Garden of England

At the end of a long winding drive way
Appearing there, so proud and so strong
Turrets standing out against the skyline
There to remember, your whole life long

Laughter was heard through the corridors
Sounding like ghosts from a former time
Pupils from everywhere  through the years
When Lillesden was in it`s prime

Eerie silence now found throughout the school
Dust collecting on every surface
Echoeng footsteps on the wooden floors
Empty rooms without any purpose

Now thats it`s stripped of all it`s glory
Classrooms all choked with vegetation
Even the lead from the roof has gone
There`s nothing safe at this location

There`s one thing to be said for all this
Lillesden School was the best place to be
We may not have a school to visit
But we`ve memories and friends to see.



Lillesden School for Girls in Hawkhurst Kent, was my former school and I was there for five years and loved it.  I have recently been to a reunion and was saddened to see the old school derelict.  Its former glory days long since gone.  However, it was great to see all my friends and share our memories.

Warming by the fire

Sat there hunched in the cold of night
Trying to keep warm by the fire
Arms stretched towards the dancing flames
Bright coloured points flashing higher

Reds, oranges, yellows and white
Flames dance as he starts to thaw through
The glow is reflected in his face
Warmth begins to flow from head to toe

He continues to watch this fire
Each flame shimmers in the light
Like many veiled belly dancers
Swaying into the fiery night

Extremities tingling in to life
Flickering flames warming him now
Chattering teeth silenced from the cold
As deep within him, he starts to feel a glow.


I have always loved to watch a burning fire on a cold night and fould the sight of all those colours wonderfully calming and relaxing.  How you start to warm through and feel human again.