My poetry
The Heart Has its Reasons
The Heart Has its Reasons, It patterns out our lives And brings us faithful friends - The medicine of life. The Heart brings us love, A husband, wife and child. Each; ' I love you Mom, I love you dad, I love you grandma, granddad', Fills us with pride. The Heart is like the seasons. Autumn, Winter, Summer, Spring. It's love is the key to fulfilment And its hopes are the things we hold dear. With God walking beside you, There is nothing to fear. The Heart Has its Reasons, It's past is now stored away. It's present, it lives with us every day. It's future? Who knows It's not ours to see; It's locked away, and God holds the key. The Heart, it has it's reasons And it patterns out our lives. It brings us a loving family And friends - the medicine of life. Copyright Susan Worsey Here's one I've dedicated to the memory of mom and dad. God's Garden There's a place in God's Garden Awaiting just for you. Where peace and harmony surrounds His chosen few. He saw you getting weary, He saw you getting tired. You held His hand when it was offered, Then He gently walked you home. Home where there is no darkness Only God's light to show you the way. Where guardian angels protect those You cared for along life's stormy pathway. Copyright Susan Worsey Regis Revisited One September morn back in '62 The old school bus took us to school. For some who can recall, having to Push the bus up the Holloway - For it had as much power as an old battery. . The staff, lead by Sir Godfrey Cretney Were waiting to catch out any offender. There's Mr. McGregor - a smoker of repute No pupil was safe when he was around When taking a quick ciggie behind the bike sheds. There was Mr. Holmes who was keen to point out the right tie & scarf if you were out and about. Misdemeanors were met with a most terrifying word: 'Detention my lad!' not another sound. There was Mr. English who taught music Malcolm Marples who sang in the choir. Miss Jacombs taught maths, And Ivor Wilkinson - Art & Crafts. There was Mrs. Bills Two Mr. Hills and two Miss Bennetts. Heather Nock, Mr. Norton, Mr. Lister to boot. Mr. Palin who taught English, Mr. Christie too. Then there was Anita Longsborough - olympic champion - she taught some how to swim. These teachers will go down in folklore To name them all I haven't the space, So log on to our website and give us a taste. Copyright Susan Worsey |
Rainbow of Hope
Where are you going to my little one? I'm going to the land of Sea and Sun. What will you find there, My dearest one? Dreams a-plenty and a Rainbow of Hope. A hope for the future on the Rainbow of Hope, When happiness seems to be Hidden from view. A Rainbow of Hope is joy deep within. Encouraging us to go that last mile. Is there room for me my little one? Oh yes, there is room on the Rainbow of Hope, And plenty of dreams to be Had there too. So don't despair, look to your Rainbow, And let hope be your guide and your friend Copyright Susan Worsey On Eagle's Wings They were young and true of heart, Ready for battle - battle of the skies. The Eagle Squadrons in their hurricanes - Those Eagle Squadrons in their spitfires. Courageous they were, and dedicated too. These brave young men were the vanguard Along with their R.A.F. Comrades. The Third Reich that Hitler had boasted Would last a thousand years, Destroyed by our heroes in their spitfires. So now we salute these fine young men, Some ' Killed in Action' on Eagle's Wings. 71 Squadron , 121 too, 133 Squadron We salute you. On Eagle's Wings you fly no more, But the memory of what you did Will be remembered by all. So, when you go home, here's What you shall say: ' For your tomorrow, they gave Their Today'. Copyright Susan Worsey A poem for Christmas Rememb'ring christmas of by-gone days, Waiting for Father Christmas to come. How excited we were, seeing the Presents around the Christmas Tree. Mom leaving Sherry and Mince Pies By the fireside on the Mantle Shelf. Dad busy getting ready with a 'hush' as he went upstairs. Rememb'ring christmas of by-gone days, We see a child in a manger, His Mother, Mary by His side. The Wise Men came from afar To the stable where Jesus lay. The Nazarene they would call him - The Son of a Carpenter, the Son of God. Rememb'ring christmas of by-gone days, The Wise Men bringing their gifts of Myrrh , Frankincense and Gold - A sight to behold. The Shepherds came too, the star That had guided them, shone over the spot Where Jesus was lying, fast asleep. So, when you see a child looking Downcast and sad, Remember to tell of a christmas past - Jesus lying in a manger and the star Of the East. Let the child within us reach out to embrace God's love at christmas - A gift for us all. Copyright Susan Worsey |