My poetry

This is just a few poems I've written here and there.

****He walks behind me****
He walks behind me in the shadows,
and knows my every move,
He watches me every moment,
and knows each place I've stood.
It's now wonder to me that he can see,
He is the brightest side of me.

****Pendle Hill****
It calls to me, this Pendle Hill,
It wants me back, it takes my will,
It helps me see, what is to be,
It haunts my every last long dream.
I now know what I must do.
I must go back and so should you.

This poem was written after I went traipsing around England, Lancashire County.
Pendle Hill has alot of historical richness in the days of the old witch trials back in the 17Th century. It holds an energy that even the least perceptive person can feel.

****Magpie****
Magpie magpie, in my sight,
I want to know your line of flight,
You soar up high into the sky,
Then something shiny catches your eye.
A ring, a bracelet, baubles galore,
You're a magpie, need I say more?

Magpies are part of the crow family, they are known in England as thieves. I've heard stories about them perching on a window ledge stealing jewellery off of near by dressing tables.