I’d fit right in. If you had a party, and asked me to tea, I’d eat all the lettuce and swing in YOUR tree. I’d fit right in. I’m looking sad, human, please send me home To where fruit hung ripe and I had MY tree. I don’t fit here. My hair is too scruffy, I grew fat and lazy, I ate to remember, and remembered to cry. I don’t fit here. I pull faces and scratch, such jolly capers- A jester today, once prince of the trees. I’d like to go home. Rain forest clearance, trees gone to waste Now smoke and hot ashes are all I can taste. They took my home. ‘dozers and logsaws, the creaks and the crash- Giants all felled, no-one asked if we minded. My hope is sucked dry. If I could write, or draw perfect pictures Perhaps people might listen. I have no home. Replant the forests! Tear up the roads! Then we could pretend that it all is OK. But it isn’t. And neither am I.
Retired, married to Juliet, and a Christian who loves books, writing, music, nature, gardening, and photography. I'm exploring prayer and spirituality, using my photos to reflect on God and how faith fits into real life: and I hope to stimulate and encourage others to meet with Jesus.
Health really matters- and you value it most when there is a risk of losing it! I was unexpectedly diagnosed with colonic cancer, and had successful surgery late in 2019. Love the NHS, God bless them). I am still living with a life-changing condition of fibromyalgia and trying to support others with this illness and other "invisible illnesses." Life has been changed but hope burns eternal. Faith has a deep relevance in good times and tough ones, in sickness and in health. God has been good in my life and has been with me in all these varied experiences.
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