First Day at School

I wanted my Mother, she said not to cry,

She left me, waved and blew a kiss goodbye,

All alone in a crowd, and these kids were so load,

Some of them tearful, others quite cheerful,

Dressed up I was left here, given a blue cap with peak,

An intense feeling of fear, my dry mouth that couldn't speak,

Inside the school fence, she left me a pack,

Do I have the sense to find my way back?

She may return, I'd better stay here,

Then a tall man came near, I wipe my eyes,

He was bald with a beard.. the look of the wise,

"Good morning, I'm Mr Saunders" he smilingly said,

"I am your teacher, and what is your name?"- "It's Fred!"

"Fred, put your hat on the rack, now wipe that tear,"

"Your Mum will be back, but, Your with Me this year!"

The Scarlet Glove

A 'Duel at Dawn' was on that morn,
A fight for Love and Honour,
The two men that fought, were quick at their 'Sport'
Was it right to put this on her?
Ten paces would mark, gun barrel flint spark,
With count of each stride, they showed their pride,
Out rang the shot, this cross marks the spot,
Of both the men who died, didn't stop it, but tried,
With heartbreak and tears, she'd met her worst fears,
On each was found, here on the ground,
A Red Scarlet Glove,
Right next to the Wreath of Grief and Love.

The Curiousity

An unusual noise awoke me that night,
Through the curtains a half moon was shining it's light,
And a chill in the room.. things were not quite right,
Listening with intense.. should I sit up to hear it?
But where is my defence, and would I fear it?
What would confront me, it is time to go look'
Now wide eyed to see, I trembled and shook,
But God is with me, I've read The Good Book,
I'd have to build up the courage to go down the stairs,
What's it all about, the why's and the where's,
Whith disturbance of thought running through my head,
Quickly and quietly move toes out of bed,
It was shivering cold, but I had to be bold,
So on my feet I arose, without any clothes,
But what could be ruder than to find an intruder?
Who might steal my family's treasure,
My anger arises.. I'll give him surprises..
He'll do time at Her Majesty's Pleasure!
I crept down the stairs.. to catch him unawares..
With just a little hitch.. to finding the switch,
Then I see from the corner of my eye,
A Sparrow was hurting.. fallen down the chimney skirting,
Wing damaged!.. and now it can't fly.. that's why.. I'm on a high!
No fright now, I was ecstatic, the poor bird had been making the racket!
Must have bumped, dropped and collided,
Now he'll need a bit of help I decided!
I got the little guy.. all blackened with dirt..
I cleaned and fed him, and now call him "Burt"!