Poems by Laura – Woodland; Love Yourself; A Beautiful Day

INKLINGS WRITING GROUP

By Laura Gahan

Woodland

It doesn’t cost a pound to hear the sound of the hollow woodland ground,

Or to go watch a river flow,

Watching the water sparkle and glow.

Seeing all of nature grow,

It really does make your mind blow.

I don’t need to live life like a royal.

I’m happy with my feet in the soil,

Using nature as my floor tile and water from the river to boil on top of my fire pile.

Beside me, I’ll have my dog that is so loyal.

There is no one to dial and no one for miles.

That’s my style.

I love getting all Zen

And to pick up a pen.

Writing while I watch nature and stars through my lens.

Spending time alone and with friends.

It can really make you feel amend.

You never have to follow a trend so you can enjoy a weekend.

Sometimes life is better with a blend.

Love Yourself

All you have is you,

So make sure you look after you,

Give yourself a good life view.

Every day is the beginning of something new.

It’s up to you to pick yourself up when you’re feeling blue or sick with flu.

To pay rent when it is due.

To get up and make a brew, picking the right good food to chew.

Giving yourself a wash with shampoo makes you feel renewed.

It’s up to you to pick the right crew,

To come through anything life throws at you.

But you always have to remember,

People can be near,

But cannot always be there.

That’s okay, don’t ever fear.

They mean well and are sincere.

From time to time they will dry your tears,

And be there with listening ears.

But when they disappear,

It is up to you to see clearly and look after you.

A Beautiful Day

Spring is on the way

I heard a birdy say.

On a beautiful day,

As he sat under the sun Ray

He told me, before I know it,

It will be May,

That the flock will come from the bay.

But they’re not going to stay

They will build their nests from mud and clay.

Knowing that they will be safe and okay,

Ensuring not to become prey.

They will add beauty to nature’s display.

Watching and listening to them sing and play.

Will bring so much joy every day.

But when it gets grey.

They set out on their way.

Up they go, and sway.

Far, far away.

And come back again,

When spring is on its way.

Laura Gahan is a member of Inklings Writing Group, who meet on Tuesdays at 10.50am in the Annebrook House Hotel.