At the End of the Day

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I love to watch this family of swans. Mum has had seven babies this year but they are growing fast, as big as their parents.  I followed them home down the canal last night and I think got some lovely shots. I love the fact that they have days out, heading off down the canal and into town where I’m sure they know they’ll get fed and back home to their nest at the end of the day.

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lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

Glorious 

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It could have been a glorious day, 

the weather man said it could be.

A mild and sunny September day, 

was so what I hoped I would see.

It could have been an Indian summer, 

it’s what the papers bragged about.

But I’m picking up my big umbrella, 

when I ever need to venture out.

It could have rained this morning, 

but it waited until I opened the door.

It should have been a glorious day, 

I can’t take this rain anymore.

But come later in the evening, 

the sun popped his head from the sky.

It brought me a little light relief, 

with a glorious and gentle goodbye.

The swans swam out to bask in it, 

leaving the family on the bank.

I suppose for that special moment, 

it’s the universe I’m needing to thank.


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lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

Daily Prompt – glorious 

Always Home

 

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Peering through the window now,

I think of our yesterdays.

I can see the kitchen table laid,

it was under there I played.

I can see you pottering all alone,

a smile upon your face.

Knowing that I’d soon be home,

to this very special place.

I can smell the distant memories,

cake and homemade jam.

Looking to my childhood home,

from where my life began.

If I travel the whole wide world,

or to other planets further.

You’ll always stand as home to me,

 you’ll always be my mother.

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lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

 

  The Roar of the Sea


I see you rolling onto the earth,  

a raw and a crash and a bang.

Catch the shimmer of your waves, 

while safe on the shore I stand.

The birds who can’t know better, 

dance and play with your mane.

Transfixed by your silent power, 

watching you roll once again.

There’s not one who’ll take you on, 

and you can do as you please.

You’re the lion of creation I think, 

our wild and powerful seas.

And with my eyes tightly closed,

I hear you calling my name.

You roar out from your being,

you call again and again.

I know there’s those who heard you,

walked right into your depths.

Left their lives and families here,

in taking those final steps.

So I’ll treat you with caution now,

as you call to me much to much.

I’ll love you from a safe distance,

your spray is all I will touch.

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lizalizaskysaregrey©2017