BritSAL's Poetry

Butterfly Love.

Fluttering in, on the wings of spring,
I bring my heart to you.
Floating on by, in the April sky,
With a love that's ever true.

Bobbing around, without any sound,
I deliver a message of bliss,
Swooping afar, to the place where you are,
I deliver my good morning kiss.

Copyright ©2010 Sally Y Hemingway

I See You

I see you in the half-light
Before I fall asleep
At the time I say my prayers
And ask your soul to keep -

I see you in the morning,
When I open up my eyes,
In every cloud formation
Which might drift across the skies.

In all that is delightful
In everything I see,
I see your sweet reflection
So familiar to me.

And even when I'm strolling
As down lifes path I wend,
I know I'll always see you,
Until I reach the end.

And know what makes it special?
I just know this to be true...
I know just what you're seeing-
The vision of me too.

Copyright ©2010 Sally Y Hemingway

Stones

I have a large collection, which increases all the time,
Something that is personal, and ultimately mine.
Every time I travel, a tiny stone I take,
From mountains, beaches, houses,the seaside or a lake.
Every place I've visited, since I was roughly eight,
I'd take a tiny pebble to remind me of the date.
The stones I have are many,of a myriad shapes and sizes,
And there within this box of mine are many sweet surprises.
The place where both my sons were born, I have a stone I took,
And from a tiny stream in Wales beside a babbling brook.
I have a stone from by the church, upon my wedding day,
And from my dearest Fathers grave, while I would kneel and pray.
And every place I've visited, countries far and wide,
From every house I've ever lived, just gathered from outside.
A pebble from the driveway ,of Princess Di's late home,
Another one from Paris, Japan and even Rome.
Then places in America, I always bring one back,
I label it, and wrap it, and pop it in a pack.
A stone I have from Singapore, and one or two from Spain,
And one I gathered from my beach, standing in the rain.
Pebbles from sweet Florida, gathered in the sun,
Pebbles from Wisconsin, I treasure every one.
I recall we drove for hours, for a Minnesota stone,
But it is just as priceless as the one I have from home.
Then friends they too will send me, pebbles from afar,
White Egyptian pebbles, pebbles from Quatar.
I have a stone from Alcatraz, lebelled with the date,
Mount Rushmore is another one, the box is quite a weight!
And when the winter nights draw in, upon my sofa curled,
I sometimes get my pebbles out, and visit 'round the world.
What happy recollections, of places I have seen,
And places where friends thought of me, wherever they have been.
As stones they are just worthless, as so often I am told...
But to me each stone within my box, is worth far more than gold.   

Copyright ©2005 Sally Y Hemingway

Images

Images and visions encapsulate my mind
Searching hard to understand what shapes I surely find.
There I see white horses, dancing in the surf,
Or running in a parkway churning up the turf.
Then an aged lady, wrinkles on her face,
And a rocket looming skywards, into outer space.
Then I see a flower, petals young and new,
Very gently ladened with some silver drops of dew.
Yonder is a dolphin, leaping in the sky,
And yet another falling tear escaping from an eye.
Images and visions, sweep into my view,
Each leaves an impression,each profoundly new.
As I glance around me, letting out a sigh,
I look for further visions, in the clouds up in the sky.

Copyright ©2005 Sally Y Hemingway

Another Day With You.

If someone were to tell me that my life on earth were through,
I'd beg, appeal and plead with them, for one more day with you.
One more day to look at you, one more day to talk,
One more day to hug you, or take a quiet walk.

So much I'd find to tell you, that I'd never before told,
And many things you need to know, before you should grow old.
If my life were at an end, and time was running out,
So much I'd want to say to you, I know this with no doubt.

I'd need to say I loved you, more than you could know,
More than I could ever tell, and surely ever show.
I'd need to hold your hand again and gaze into your eyes,
Say we have no need for tears, no need for our goodbyes.

I'd beg them for just one more chance to share the sweetest kiss,
Then I could enter heaven, elated in my bliss.
If someone were to tell me that my time on earth was through,
I'd want to spend my last sweet hours with no-one else but you.

Copyright ©2005 Sally Y Hemingway

A Comfort?

I'm sorry for your sadness, I'm sorry for your grief,
I hope your days are strengthened now by an inner deep belief.
I know each day is difficult, and it's hard to bear the pain,
The only thing that I can say, your loss is heavens gain.
There is no magic gift I have, No cure to ease your sorrow
But I shall say a prayer for you, that the sun may shine tomorrow.

Copyright ©2008 Sally Y Hemingway

The Learning Curve.

Life is a series of lessons,
We learn something new every day,
Things dont always seem, the way that we dream,
And the colours of life can seem grey.

Sometimes life sneaks up behind you,
When you do not expect it at all,
And all that seemed good, is now misunderstood,
As life trips you an untimely fall.

The only way onwards is upwards,
To dust off and start off anew,
With God as a part, of your delicate heart,
I am sure you'll see anything through.

Copyright ©2007 Sally Y Hemingway

Weep Not

Weep not my boys, just dry your tears
For you, I’ve cared so many years.
Do not grieve now, no sadness take,
Just love each other, for my sake.
Just care, as I have cared for you,
And love each other, deep and true,
For I’ll be here to calm your sorrow -
At least until tomorrow.

Copyright ©2008 Sally Y Hemingway

To Make Our Spirits Grow.

There is a journey we all take, there are decisions we all make,
Which make our spirits grow anew, and give a point to all we do.
The very reason we are here, is not to shed a selfish tear,
But to be kind to all we know, and this will help our spirits grow.
If we can try a bit each day, to make folks happy in some way,
And ease a little lonely pain, Our journey wont have been in vain.
So never think of personal need, and cast away material greed,
Give kindness out before you're old, and it will come back, manifold.

Copyright ©2005 Sally Y Hemingway

Carry On

When life smacks you in the face, and it all seems such a waste,
Carry on.
When you feel the odds are low, and you don't know where to go,
Carry on.
When you feel you are alone, feeling lost and feeling prone,
Carry On.
When the sky's no longer blue, and every raindrop falls on you,
Carry on.
I'll be there when'ere you cry, standing close to dry your eye,
Carry on.
I'll lift you up when you feel down, make you smile instead of frown,
Carry on.

And the meaning of this verse- there is ALWAYS someone worse,
So have that sparkle in your eye, lift your head up proudly high,
Take each day one at a time,give the sun it's chance to shine,
And however large the task, just be you - that's all I ask -
And carry on.

Copyright ©2010 Sally Y Hemingway

As My Friend...

As my friend I offer you, all that I can give,
My time, my dreams, my loyalty, as long as I shall live.
A truer friend you will not find, by searching far or near,
Nor will I abandon you, of this you need not fear.
I'm very understanding, when others have caused pain,
I know I am not perfect, so would never offer blame.
I offer not perfection, and that is something new..
But I can offer loyalty, and friendship ever true.
I will not break a promise, on that you can rely,
My word will always be my bond, until the day I die.
Your secrets they are safe with me, as mine would be with you,
I'm sure if you confide in me, you'd find me ever true.
I know I'm not perfection, I dont pretend to be,
I have my faults, and you have yours, and this we both can see.
But I will never hurt you, and never be unkind,
I'd be the truest caring friend, that you could hope to find.
So dont be sad that we are friends, there is no cause for sorrow..
Just be glad I'm in your life...for every new tomorrow.
 
Copyright ©2005 Sally Y Hemingway 

I Will Do It.

If there's a kindness I can share,
If there's some help, that I'm aware,
That I can offer, then I swear..
I will do it.

If there's a good deed I can do,
I will always see it through,
To the many, or the few,
I will do it.

If there's a gentleness to say,
At the ending of each day,
I will say it, this I pray,
I will do it.

Copyright ©2010 Sally Y Hemingway

September Rain

Isn't it a shame, that the sweet September rain,
Indicates to me that summer's almost gone?
As the leaves are turning brown, very slowly falling down,
And no longer can I hear the sweet birds song.

Although the sky remains as blue,and the air is warm it's true,
I can sense that winter's knocking at the door.
Now the tourists have all left, so the beach appears bereft,
As I slowly walk along the lonely shore.

With the evenings drawing in,and a coldness from within,
I can feel the summer skies begin to fade,
With a teardrop in my eye, as I hate to say goodbye,
For I deeply wish that summer could have stayed.

Copyright ©2005 Sally Y Hemingway

Bureside Butterfly

I caught a glimpse within my eye
Of a stunning Bureside butterfly.
I know not from the place he came,
But his wings were bright, like a fireside flame.
He fluttered near, within my view,
With graceful ambiance he flew.
As swiftly as he came, he went,
And left my feelings all but spent-
How blessed was I, he graced my day,
- Then just as swift, he flew away.

Copyright ©2005 Sally Y Hemingway

Norfolk On A Summers Day

Still waters meet the rushes
And the sky is powder blue,
I wonder if you think of me
The way I think of you?
The windmill sails caress the sky
The air is filled with sounds,
Of water and of bridsong,
As nature it abounds.
The boats traverse the waterways
So gracefully they glide,
And my heart is filled with restful peace
And a  joy down deep inside.
Norfolk on a summers day
Who could ask for more?
A soft blue rug, a fishing rod,
And to sit beside the shore.

Copyright ©2005 Sally Y Hemingway

I Open My Arms

I open my arms to kindness, but I won't let go of my dreams.
In the hush of the early morning, I make sense of all that seems

To invade my life with problems, or encapsulate my mind,
I expurge all that which is senseless, to all that makes me blind.

I embrace all that which is calming, all that will ease my life,
Cast aside all that might make me doleful - the anger, the tears, the strife...

And as sunrise will break through my curtains, I know in my heart I'll say -
" Welcome, you beautiful morning, welcome you brand new day".

Copyright ©2010 Sally Y Hemingway