Tag: Adrian Moule

Launch Text To SpeechGreen, yellow, brown. and red with azure skies a sight long dead. Cold, grey metal like lead, now hits the eyes instead. Girls with a rope, boys with a ball, hand in hand two lovers out for a stroll. Simple, uncomplicated and long gone lost. Now guns in a tower, guards on

Launch Text To SpeechMy hand does everything with care Using all fingers with love Holding my daughter’s and son’s faces To kiss and to hug to shake other’s hands And thumbs up to give support And to hand over presents of love To knock on doors and say ‘Hello’ To open doors to welcome To

Launch Text To SpeechThe white and black face looks lost Its pointers have stopped in time The cover may protect, the clock can’t forget The past is too much It feels old to the touch Lost is not a good place You can see it in its marked face The chain it hangs from Scarred

Launch Text To SpeechWhat a waste Watching you blow away Where will you end your life? In a bin? Wrapped around a tree All tattered and torn? Or will someone catch you And bring you back to life? Recycle you, give you a purpose, A usefulness with some delight? There must be many you can

Launch Text To SpeechSlowly like the days – endless days To hear the leather, kiss willow with provincial love This golden sun- blinding haze Slowly like the days – endless days Chugging along slowly in the maze Now only twisting roads above Slowly like the days – endless days To hear the leather, kiss willow