Tread upon me lightly…

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I am the countryside
Upon which your feet tread
I am happy to share with you
To provide and keep you fed

All I ask from you is simple
In return I need respect
For I am not infinite
I can’t thrive on your neglect

I am that gentle stream
From which you stop to drink
I bathe you and I cleanse you
The one you gaze upon to think

I am that stately tree
With so many rings of life
The one which you can lean on
When all else turns to strife

I am the gardens, the flowers
Which bring beauty in your direction
Though I struggle to survive
Without tender care and affection

Tread upon me lightly
Leave only love behind
This countryside will blossom
And many more treasures you will find.

Trish Wright © 26th June 2011

I know not what tomorrow brings

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I wonder how many will use this time of world pandemonium to reassess their lives, their values, their views. I know that is certainly has given me the opportunity to see things I may or may not wish to see, in some cases it has forced upon me vision of things happening around me that I hope I am never a party to.  In other cases, it has had me doing things that make my heart sing.  It shows me politicians asking us to put our trust in them (??) to lead us through these times of trouble. It shows me people behaving in the most abhorrent ways, it shows me people being so loving and kind, as everyday people face an extraordinary situation it certainly reveals a lot about their character, their ability to cope, their ability to stand strong in their own truth.

I have chosen, rather naively, to refrain from watching much mainstream media reporting.  I wonder at the value of the fear-mongering, the sensationalism that is plastered across our television screens minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day.  Here’s a thought… how about news reporters do just that! Report the news in a calm and factual manner without the overuse of dialogue that is used specifically to promote reaction. Providers of news have a very influential and responsible role in society as unfortunately there are those out there who believe everything they hear or see from these ‘trusted’ sources.

Do yourself a huge favour during this time.  Go outside, enjoy the warmth of the sun on your skin. Soak up the fresh air.  Listen to music, all kinds.  Read a book, write, draw, paint, sew – use this time as wisely and creatively as possible. You may surprise yourself with what you discover, about yourself, the world, your loved ones, and total strangers.

Are you a sheep? Don’t get me wrong, I love sheep, however, I do not choose to be one.  For me, and I have no doubt many others also, it is a time of deep contemplation and also a time of rejuvenation and growth.   A time to reassess, refocus and work towards becoming the very best that I can be at this moment in time – for I know not what tomorrow brings so it is important I am the best version of me at all times and in doing so I am at peace.

I wish you love, I wish you joy and peaceful journeys

Trish

World Gone Mad

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It’s become apparent recently
That the whole damn world’s gone mad
It’s seems they’ve lost the values
That our forefathers had

Since when has it been accepted
To be selfish and uncaring
Since when did we hoard essentials
Instead of freely sharing

In days gone by we cared for others
Gave freely when we were able
Showed kindness to those less fortunate
Inviting them to our table

We smiled at one another
As we passed in the street
Exchanged a friendly greeting
With all those we would meet

There was a feeling of community
Where everyone came together
In the good times and the bad
We looked out for one another

Now sadly it seems to be
That number one is most important
With little thought for others
Or their personal torment

Yes, the whole damn world’s gone crazy
And I pray with all my heart
That I too don’t become a victim
Before this world I depart.

Trish Johnston ©14 March 2020

Revelling in Life’s Colours

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I love to close my eyes
Allow my mind to drift away
To a place where life is wonderful
Where I’d love to stay

A hidden place where I see
A flowing canvas of my soul
Where the colours of my life
From an artist’s brush unfold

A stunning blazing sunset
Spreading out across the lake
Its warmth lingering long after
Like a spell that wouldn’t break

The emerald green of pastures
After the blessed rains
Or the dusty dirty taupe and brown
Depict another drought again

The pure white of a baby lamb
Suckling its mother’s teat
Before bouncing off to romp
On its four tiny feet

The silver of the morning frosts
Crunching beneath my feet
The crispness of the winter air
A stimulating treat

The azure blue of water
Or a beautiful clear sky
Or dappled clouds drifting
A gentle breeze passing by

The richness of the soil
Bold and beautiful I smell
With wide bold strokes
The artist captures it so well

Endless indigo night skies
A crescent moon aglow
Millions of sparkling stars
With me down here below

I love to close my eyes
And see the colours flow
Right into my heart
Where I forever hold them close.

Trish Johnston © 10 March 2020

Smiling on the inside

 

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Do you smile on the inside
Though you don’t show a sign
Is there a twinkle in your eyes
Near impossible to disguise

When something gives you pleasure
Do you hold it close inside
Savouring and protecting it
Within your heart and mind

Some have no real need
Nor any strong desire
To shout from the rooftops
What goes on in their life

Some absorb the pleasure
Into each and every cell
Reveling in the feeling
Though others can’t really tell

You may hear it in their laughter
In the lightness of their tread
In the radiance of their aura
Rather than in what is said

When you smile inside
so very few people see
There is so much more to you
Than they perceive to be.

Trish Johnston © 28 February 2020