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Carol Patten
Poetry by Carol
BRITISH SUMMER
Where have our British Summer’s gone
When nights were short and the days were long
When we’d sit outside until way past ten
And it wasn’t even dark by then
Enjoying the summer’s warm evening air
No need for cardies, our arms were bare
We’d barbeque and enjoy a drink
Relaxing with some time to think
Kids would play, knock on doors and run
Their way of having a little fun
We were all young once, we’d scrump the trees
We’d run and fall, we’d graze our knees
Doing things that kids do best
Preventing Mum’s and Dad’s to rest
When did it change? just what went wrong!
Where have all our summers gone?
It Could be Paradise
Would you like to go to heaven for the day just for the crack?
With the reassurance of a guarantee that you would be coming back
You could have a good look round the place,
see what’s on offer up above
Find whether sadness still exists or whether there’s only room for love
Would there be people you have long forgot,
so many faces from the past
Will they come flooding over to remember them at last
Will the food be good and the drinks still flow
All of these questions I would like to know
Could I still have my favourite things, like Starbucks,
noodles and sparkling rings
Could we still play pool or a game of cards
or gather round to play charades
A round of golf to draw the crowds
or would the ball get lost in the cloud
We could all have so much fun up there,
no hidden fears we wouldn’t care
So much happiness, what a way to go
unless your summoned down below
Back down to earth, who are we to tell, it could be worse
It could be HELL !
She was lovely; she was Beautiful, A stunning Dapple grey
She had a kind of presence that you don’t see everyday
She was a brilliant mother, she did her offspring proud
She only had one downfall, her eyesight was her cloud
A deficiency that came and went according to the day
Sometimes clearing, as if heaven sent, and hoping it would stay
But sadly it was not to be, just a temporary time of bliss
Then as time went by the problem grew
Her eyesight failed, her freedom too
No longer able to run around, for fear she’d fall and hit the ground
Enclosed within four walls of course was no life for this amazing horse
We owed her so much more than that,
if we could only give her eyesight back
But life is good but also cruel, sometimes kindness has to overrule
With sadness and the tears we weep, we sadly send our mare to sleep
It was for the best, the kindest thing,
that God himself would only bring
It’s so hard I know, to take that view,
as we know how much she meant to you
God Bless our Daisy, Give her back her eyes,
So she may gallop through the skies
Within our hearts her memories stay,
and will never ever go away………
Our Daisy!
It feels cold today and the ground is hard
With icy puddles, we’ll be on our guard
So as not to slip or take a fall
Cause that really wouldn’t do at all
I’m worth something now, with my Athletic pace
And the fact I’m winning every race
But I don’t do ‘Slow’, I don’t know how
I love to feel the wind beneath my tail
My bristles frozen on my nose
Turn thick and white as the north wind blows
Nose to tail, amidst all our steam
The finest sight youv’e ever seen
Like a phantom chain, our ghostly trail
Just sets the scene, It’s winter now!
It’s Five O’ Clock and the dawn does break
With all this noise, I find, I’m wide awake
Yet all I want to do is sleep
Roll in my bed, lay in a heap
So for pity sake, pass by my door
And let me sleep a little more
But I hear you shriek, ‘The gallops wait’
So go ahead, you run them mate!
As Autumn draws near, and winter just round the bend
The flat season has finished, racing has come to an end
I will miss all my training and my stable mate “Bud”
But I’m inwardly laughing as I’m now off to stud………
See you next spring!
I kicked my Farrier today,
I’m telling you, As he’s bound to say
I’m deemed the monster of the yard
I wouldn’t mind, but it wasn’t hard
Just a little nudge, a sideways jab
Not the worse, no doubt he’s ever had
But to let him know, If I had my way
I’d be in my stable munching hay
So listen up, just hurry Jack
So that my stable lad can take me back
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