There is a magic broomstick
Upon which witches ride,
On dark and spooky windy nights
Up into the air it glides.
Soaring over trees and hills
It travels far and wide
The magic cat sits on the back
His black face a grin from side to side.
Mr.Moon peeps through the clouds
As they scud across the sky
He provides light and guidance through the night
As the magic broomstick whizzes by.
The witches cackle as they ride,
They don’t mean any harm,
In pointed hats and long black cloaks
They drop a good luck charm.
So if you look up into the sky
On a dark October night
You’ll most likely see the broomstick
And the witches magic light.
The magic broomstick casts good spells
On children everywhere
Then in a puff of magic smoke
The broomstick vanishes into thin air.
c. Barbara Brewin 1st July 2008
Friday, 4 July 2008
RAINDROPS
Raindrops falling from the sky
Onto the earth so hard and dry
Scorched grass reaching out to drink
Dying flowers are on the brink.
Pearl drop tears fall from each cloud
Like small diamonds on a shroud
Smell the freshness of the air
The cleansing of the land so fair.
The pools of water lay around
The flowers and birds with joy rebound.
They can all now drink and quench their thirst
Once again into song they burst.
The sun comes out in a glorious blaze,
Spreading out his glorious rays.
The tear drops dazzle sparkling white,
A rainbow follows to delight.
So many colours all together
A magic arc of coloured pleasure
Red orange yellow green and blues
Indigo and violet are the rainbow’s hues.
This is magic at its best
Seen from north south east and west
See the rainbow bright and bold.
Find the magic pot of gold.
Onto the earth so hard and dry
Scorched grass reaching out to drink
Dying flowers are on the brink.
Pearl drop tears fall from each cloud
Like small diamonds on a shroud
Smell the freshness of the air
The cleansing of the land so fair.
The pools of water lay around
The flowers and birds with joy rebound.
They can all now drink and quench their thirst
Once again into song they burst.
The sun comes out in a glorious blaze,
Spreading out his glorious rays.
The tear drops dazzle sparkling white,
A rainbow follows to delight.
So many colours all together
A magic arc of coloured pleasure
Red orange yellow green and blues
Indigo and violet are the rainbow’s hues.
This is magic at its best
Seen from north south east and west
See the rainbow bright and bold.
Find the magic pot of gold.
THE SOLDIERS’ WAR (A tribute)
The burning sand, the scorching sun
In the distance the sound of a gun.
Slow moving vehicles crawl at snails pace
Heading gingerly towards some safe place.
Far from home, in the blistering heat
They head towards camp and a safe place to eat.
Next they hear a thunderous roar,
Jump from the jeep and lie on the floor.
Hearts pumping quickly, but thank God still alive,
Do a quick head count, there’s four should be five.
A bullet riddled body lies a few yards ahead,
Is he still breathing or is he now dead?
Mortars and gunfire and plenty of strafe,
Is anywhere in this God forsaken country safe?
They cannot desert their colleague and mate
He must be rescued even if it’s too late.
The shells whiz by them, bullets overhead
Better move quickly or they’ll all soon be dead.
Covering each other to fight off the Taliban.
Fantastic, great team work, they’ve rescued their man.
Blast on the radio, a chopper’s on its way
To carry our five heroes to hospital, safely away.
They are always putting their lives on the line
To make war torn places safe for all time.
Now to all our brave men and women we salute you
You just get sent out to a war zone and do what you have to
When you joined up you knew you may have to fight wars
And perhaps lose your lives for a good or bad cause.
You knew when you enlisted the risks there could be
But someone has to do it and I’m glad it’s not me.
When you swore your allegiance; you made your own choice.
But please come back home safely, so we all can rejoice.
c. Barbara Brewin 1st July 2008
In the distance the sound of a gun.
Slow moving vehicles crawl at snails pace
Heading gingerly towards some safe place.
Far from home, in the blistering heat
They head towards camp and a safe place to eat.
Next they hear a thunderous roar,
Jump from the jeep and lie on the floor.
Hearts pumping quickly, but thank God still alive,
Do a quick head count, there’s four should be five.
A bullet riddled body lies a few yards ahead,
Is he still breathing or is he now dead?
Mortars and gunfire and plenty of strafe,
Is anywhere in this God forsaken country safe?
They cannot desert their colleague and mate
He must be rescued even if it’s too late.
The shells whiz by them, bullets overhead
Better move quickly or they’ll all soon be dead.
Covering each other to fight off the Taliban.
Fantastic, great team work, they’ve rescued their man.
Blast on the radio, a chopper’s on its way
To carry our five heroes to hospital, safely away.
They are always putting their lives on the line
To make war torn places safe for all time.
Now to all our brave men and women we salute you
You just get sent out to a war zone and do what you have to
When you joined up you knew you may have to fight wars
And perhaps lose your lives for a good or bad cause.
You knew when you enlisted the risks there could be
But someone has to do it and I’m glad it’s not me.
When you swore your allegiance; you made your own choice.
But please come back home safely, so we all can rejoice.
c. Barbara Brewin 1st July 2008
Wednesday, 2 July 2008
Bonfire Night
Children collecting twigs and leaves
Pulling conkers from the trees
Piles of boxes, piles of clothes
Onto the Bonfire everything goes.
Rickety old pushchair, full of junk
This year’s Guy is quite a hunk
Penny for the Guy is the children’s call
Give more than a penny and we can have a ball.
Magic lanterns twinkle in the night
Orange pumpkins filled with candlelight
The smell of roasted chestnuts fills the air
Mugs of hot soup and warm clothes to wear
The time is ready for the fun to begin,
Check under that fire to see no ones hidden
Make sure no hedgehogs asleep in their nest
And that there are no dormice having a rest.
Now the bonfire is set alight, to childrens screams of pure delight
The smoke and flames spiral up into the moonlit night.
Jumping jacks, rockets and Catherine wheels
With bangers and sparklers fast on their heels.
Poor Mr Guy does not stand a chance
As the flames on the fire make him jiggle and dance
His sorry form soon disappears
Some of the little children are now in tears?
The sky is such a pretty sight
All lit up with its magic light
Stars and spangles, rings and flashes
Soon the bonfire will be a pile of ashes.
Why do we celebrate Bonfire Night each year?
The Houses of Parliament I hear you shout loud and clear
Guy Fawkes once tried to burn them down
He wanted to be King and wear the crown.
So every year it’s the same old thing,
Bangers and rockets and one great big din.
Keep the cats and dogs and pets inside
You enjoy yourselves –as for me I’m a spoilsport and am going to hide!!
Pulling conkers from the trees
Piles of boxes, piles of clothes
Onto the Bonfire everything goes.
Rickety old pushchair, full of junk
This year’s Guy is quite a hunk
Penny for the Guy is the children’s call
Give more than a penny and we can have a ball.
Magic lanterns twinkle in the night
Orange pumpkins filled with candlelight
The smell of roasted chestnuts fills the air
Mugs of hot soup and warm clothes to wear
The time is ready for the fun to begin,
Check under that fire to see no ones hidden
Make sure no hedgehogs asleep in their nest
And that there are no dormice having a rest.
Now the bonfire is set alight, to childrens screams of pure delight
The smoke and flames spiral up into the moonlit night.
Jumping jacks, rockets and Catherine wheels
With bangers and sparklers fast on their heels.
Poor Mr Guy does not stand a chance
As the flames on the fire make him jiggle and dance
His sorry form soon disappears
Some of the little children are now in tears?
The sky is such a pretty sight
All lit up with its magic light
Stars and spangles, rings and flashes
Soon the bonfire will be a pile of ashes.
Why do we celebrate Bonfire Night each year?
The Houses of Parliament I hear you shout loud and clear
Guy Fawkes once tried to burn them down
He wanted to be King and wear the crown.
So every year it’s the same old thing,
Bangers and rockets and one great big din.
Keep the cats and dogs and pets inside
You enjoy yourselves –as for me I’m a spoilsport and am going to hide!!
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