child’s play

darkThe trees were dark and dank down along beside the drive.

It’s easy even now to imagine that’s where ghosts reside.

That eerie feeling I well remember, lasted all the night.

Grannie came to say “sleep tight”.”We’re not afraid!” We lied

When she asked us to talk about the war we loved to wage.

We imagined there were demons from whom we must be saved.

Playing in amongst the rhododendrons along the paths we made,

“Be brave and strong! Be the first!” Never could lose face!

We would play all day and at the end try and hide from nurse.

It always was the sound of  bells ringing in the church

That told us ‘Now game’s  over’ for better or for worse.

One fine day at the end of play Jenny found she had no purse.

Searching in the dark, though full of fears of going back,

We lost our childish terrors of ghosts and all of that.

geoff clements



Shiny new pan up on the shelf
Sitting there winking at me!
Shiny new feeling deep in myself
Making it seem as if I am at sea!
There is new pain deep in my heart
If I walk fast in the cold morning air.
Must spread the effort, that is the art.
Try to not to go too fast up the stair.
Newly hatched bird tucked in the nest
Sitting up there blinking at me!
Hungry so you give your parents no rest!
With fine feathers you will soon fly free.
Robin red breast loves newly turned soil.
Head on one side adds to the charm
His friendly self feeds from my toil
Fresh little fellow keeping real warm.

geoff clements