Mid-summer MoonMore Like This
On a beautiful night with a big full moon,
in the mid-summer warm month of June.
The village had settled but no one could sleep,
although they'd all tried counting sheep.
Some tossed and turned and some read books,
some just listened to the babbling brook.
The moon lit up the sky so bright.
Nobody´s going to sleep tonight.
Even the birds were wide awake,
"Oh please be quiet for goodness sake!"
They preened their feathers and flew around
with tweets and hoots and a dawn chorus of sound.
It was just no use, the moon's too strong,
pulling people up from where they belong.
So robbed of sleep, the night like day
they pottered about, all yawning away.
As the moon moved on behind the hills,
now everywhere dark and wonderfully still.
Lights went out and everyone said
" Thank goodness, now we can go to bed."
written by Suzanne karbach
Our HeroMore Like This
When he was young, fit and tall,
he got called up and sent off to war,
was made to wear a uniform
and shipped abroad, from his family torn.
Arriving in a foreign land,
to the sound of marching bands.
Sent up front to the muddy trenches,
told to shoot, without consequences.
One by one his comrades fell
but he came through this living hell.
Endured the cold, the mud and rain,
gas, guns and bombs drove him near insane.
Then one day he was told to go.
The war was over, now you're a hero
but being brave didn´t keep him alive,
he knew just luck helped him survive.
Now old and grey and bent with age,
he takes part in autumn parades,
in honour of all his fallen mates,
who he'll see again at heavens gates.
Poem written by
26th August 2015.