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Gloucester Cathedral

I’m not religious at all but I like to walk through Gloucester cathedral

The essence of lives, who have been here before

The old worn stone, the names on the walls,

Shadows through time, from those who came and went

Vibrations of history and days spent

Bright vivid pictures telling stories long ago

Having no need to read words for the illiterate to behold

From 670s built on each time, until a large tower reaches high in the sky

Words on the floors, who lays here

Patebit tun quod latuit

What is hidden will be revealed

Gloucester cathedral what tails can be told

Its walls holding memories of stories of old.

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RAIN

Does a ring around the moon mean rain is coming soon?

Let it rain, let it fall
We will love it even more

We live in Death valley don t you see
So rain we will invite with glee

We will bath in it and dance
Though we are not human, only plants

But life is in us still
Life is life, in human or elsewhere

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CHILD IN THE ORCHARD

A little child just passing through
Running through the walled apple trees
Happy and joyful among the sloping field

What has become of you?
Where are you and what are you doing?
Now that you must be grown

Still wearing red wellies and running free?
Usually that field is empty
Only once I saw a child, same as me

Were you real or just a dream?
A child the same as me

I wished I could have played with you
Seeming free and happy
Like an eternal joy
Shinning on, ahead to adventure

But then we had to grow

I move away away from sweet Gloucestershire
Though when I pass through it,
I still look to that field
With the crumbled old walled orchard

But never again have I seen that child
Playing and running free
Running with hands outstretched
Happily through the apple trees

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CHANGING TIDES

Frequent Storms, more have they been,
Now where the sun grows strong
The time when we can hide away has gone on for too long

Expose to all the reality of what there is to be
What will become of this old world
When there is only one last tree

There is some hope, of course there is
Its not the end at all
but those who control and own the most
want power even more

And blinded by this love of power and blinded by their greed
They do not see the struggling souls trying to meet their every need

The crying orphan without a home and cuddles to keep warm
The hungry child holds its mothers hand,
with no means to grow food on taken lands.

They do not matter to them you see, as from them there is no profit
Not unless they need more workers to pay a pittance to
While they reap all the benefits

And so it goes on, what will become,
of this old world then?

Of course, there is some hope one day
That those in power will see,  though it may be far too late
When they gaze on that last tree
Then stillness, and a silence may reign

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TREE

Strong and Tall

Through ages you have stood

Three hundred years or more

Seasons fell upon you

Winds have caressed you

World changed around you

While you stood silent

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