Sheep grazing on the green hills, the aroma of coffee, the quiet at the start of the day, sunsets, the warmth of the sun kissing my cheeks, the sound of my snowboard carving through the snow, seeing the formation of birds in flight, gazing out the window of a train, open spaces, looking out at the sea, lost in a good book, the use of descriptive words, time with family and friends, a beer at the pub, driving with my windows down and the music blaring, freewheeling on my bicycle, writing a creative piece…
We’ve gone the distance The mileage we’ve gained Oh what we have seen Oh the feelings of delight and bliss We’ve got the right balance Of work and play Words and silence No push, all pedal Sometimes, free wheeling We take breaks To take in the moment The open spaces A relationship of exploring Where shall we go from here?
I’d gladly lose an hour of sleep to welcome these long glorious days We have moved the clocks forward but may these long days moooove forward slowly The birds have turned up their songs the early morning light creeps under my curtains
When the moon is full, I fall asleep with the curtains open Letting the moonshine fall on my bed This is indeed, a glorious time I’m going to savour every moment.
My blood boils I can’t drive with my eyes closed But this litter everywhere Scattered alongside the road Drives me crazy! Dear God, I am so sorry Mother Earth, people do suck!
You would think after a year of lockdown, People would have grown In appreciation of life and earth But it seems trashy people don’t change
It seems so unfair A virus took so many innocent lives Yet, the ones who litter are still scattered about globally Like the litter they toss about if i were a god, I would not let their rubbish (ways) go unnoticed i would chop some hands off But apparently God, You seem to be a lot more gracious and patient?
Roadtrips with a soundtrack are the best As I head down the motorway I have the “I’m from Toti” playlist on Songs added by friends, memories from back in the day
Random moments come back – from that time: Four friends wrestling at the beach, sand in my face In Rivers, we’re singing “Where is my mind?” A lot of life happened in that little coastal place
To the safe days – when we camped out in the bush A caramel quarter loaf at Baggies, while we blister(ed) in the sun. To bad poker hands, a knock on the door, jumping behind the couch And Aerosmith wondering why “Janie’s got a gun.”
We are made of matter and atoms and Memories and friends and Moments and laughter and Love and of our home town