As I walked down the cobbled road I looked in the puddle A reflection of a fire lit lamp I did see Yet, above the ground

The sunflower with wonderful petals A red face When it rains Pours tears of blood Come gently down your rosy face You still stand tall

Is it Black Beauty I see in front of me ? With her pal My Little Pony? Splashing in the rippling stream Canter, galloping and a trot

As you throw away the key The cold bars are all I feel You turned the key I can never be free I live in a silver cage

Psychedelic butterflies I see the enticing picture on the wall I just stand and stare I eventually fall

Let me be free The rock pool of memories I dip my toe A reflection of me I do not know Yet, only ripples of words do flow

The rush of the white wash Covered the pebbled beach I felt the seaweed and refreshing water

Like a passing thought upon an empty plate Like a spitfire that leaves it’s trail of thought in an almost cloudy straight line

I have never seen such an unbelievable sight before A cartoon bumblebee I couldn’t believe my very own eyes It took me totally by surpris

Today we celebrate our unbirthday We continually eat our unbirthday cake Slurping our never ending drinks We play musical chairs

As my feet walk this treadmill of the world I feel the heat I feel the cold My feet splash in the deep sea

The Keeper of the Books Lives wherever, anywhere, anytime there is any book

I feel very lucky today I got to see my Uncle Rob before he gently passed away It was an unusual sight To see you in such a deep sleep

My Grandad He was the best A war hero None the less He was 97 when he went to heaven I miss him still He was very special

The Nelson Merry Band The merry band Taking each other by the hand Fun and laughter a daily regime This heavenly dream

A message down every line As I write every secret inked line My beautiful ink silver pen I start to write on my fresh crisp page

I want to leave this place Let us make our great escape Take my hand Let’s escape this desert land Let’s take a ride

It is a sweet dream A field of sunflowers shine In the deep purple sky The sunflowers grow, so gracefully tall Trying to catch the snowf

Do not bend your head The beaming sun shines in your face Don’t let the wind blow your petals away Grow wonderfully tall

A beautiful work of art Is historical Kingston Upon Hull? It is difficult to know where I should start