Month: September 2016
Oh to the school of nature go
Oh, to the school of nature go
Ripen, mature put on a show
Negativity it would drain
Root out the rot within your brain.
Brighten like the clear blue sky
Bloom, like cocoon to butterfly
Like winter turning into spring
Beaming smiles, songbirds sing.
Ignore the weather closing in
Icebergs melting, mankind sin
No more colours sunlight shine
Conservation, bottom line.
Looking through rose tinted glasses
Looking through rose tinted
Beneath Dublin city’s chimney stacks
Lie cobblestones and old tram tracks
The rag and bone man calling out
Children playing, scream and shout.
The milkman on his daily rounds
Tinkling glass the bottle’s sound
Robin with his beak did press
On silver cap the cream to get.
At Christmas we’d gather there
Under the tree the presents share
Parcels wrapped for everyone
Forget your troubles have some fun.
In those days a little mattered
Dolly prams, fire engines scattered
Christmas Day a real occasion
Before the technical invasion.
Off to mass, brand new clothes
Woolly socks no naked toes
All wrapped up against the cold
Snowball fighting, young and old.
How innocent were we back then
No gadgets to confuse our brain
No insolence or talking back
A wooden spoon with you would smack.
Things are all different now
Children’s lives have changed somehow
No interest in the wind up toy
Lost I think that simple joy.
Step back – Take note
Repent before you die
Gearagh by the Lee
In the alleyway of life
Through the alleyway of life I wander
Dwelling deep within the shadows.
Lost, desolate, depressed, I ponder.
Tears tearing through the darkness
That lies within my troubled soul.
Alone, lonely, out of control.
A voice screams within my head
Unable to scramble what is said
People pass anonymous unnoticed
Unaware of my existence
In the alleyway of life.
Same train, Different Track. A new book by Chris Black. Available to purchase at Chrisblack2012.com : All rights reserved.
In the ‘Merchant’ Shakespeare scrolled
“All that glitters is not gold”
I wonder did he ever see
Sunshine glisten through a tree.
Precious moments we should gather
Squirrel in the mind, not scatter
Pluck on when we’re feeling low
Let that sad depression go.
Treasures in the world around
Greens, blues, golds astound
Visions that have left us breathless
Natures manner to caress us.
Autumn’s coming in.