LOIS SCAWTHORN
EL SOL
The sun is a welcome sight after winters darker days,
And we herald its coming to start a new seasons phase.
It envelops us all with its radiating light
And even our emotions from the moody to the bright.
Yes, its effects on us all are wondrous to behold,
As we feel better and better as the summer unfolds.
And for all we read of its harmful rays,
We still bare our milky white bodies to its face.
STABILITY BROWN
They called him Stability Brown
a designer of gardens up and down
steps, porticoes, pillars and fountains
he designed most things, but not mountains.
I know what you're thinking, she's got the wrong name
but Capability Brown was his brother, he had all the fame
t'was he who made a fortune with his horticulturists brain.
Stability Brown wasn't born with a brain like his brother,
he was effeminate and looked more like his mother,
his designs none-the-less were quite good
but unlike Capability he was misunderstood,
for Stability Brown could be Instability Brown
when he'd had a drink in the Rose & Crown.
TEARS OF THE GODS
The thistle waves and bends in the wind
Elastic almost as it bows its head
And stoops to try and hide from this Scottish biting wind.
Reeds of grass huddle together with this emblem
Searching for warmth from the suns rays
On a continual stretching of its limbs
Finding little heat from the passing sun
The bullrushes too hold their heads high
Hoping that this sun will not pass them by
Engaging in upright stance, not hidden,
Golden brown heads held in a trance
Offering themselves to the solar lit sky
Designed with a straight-laced attitude
Seated in a wet environment of a river running by.
THE GHOST
It pushed its way through soil so brown
its fight to the surface was assured
its aim to brighten, a feel-good thing
In a dark and dreary town.
The rain fell fast and furious for weeks
but it helped its fight, its progress
it burst upon us, a bright scarlet hue
and breathed the fresh air it seeks.
But that little shoot which begat a flower
so vivid in its scarlet velvet gown
was only here for a very short time
its life tick-ticking away hour by hour.
Its petals drop around like confetti and die
no longer vibrant, not dressed in red
its stem bends now, defeated, dead
then the petals blow away, colourless and dry.
But for the very short time the flower was here
it made people happy, cheered by its hue
it embraced the folks of that dreary town
and made their lives a little easier to bear.