My Hero: Michael Crawford
My hero is the brilliant Michael Crawford.
I consider him to be a very talented actor.
If you were to ask me why I like him so,
I could reel you off quite a few factors.
He’s known to be a perfectionist.
Things will never ‘just have to do.’
He knows that practice makes perfect:
A fact which has been endlessly been proved.
In the series ‘Some Mother’s Do ‘Ave ‘Em’,
He very bravely did all of his own stunts.
Michael, himself, is really pretty intelligent,
But his character, Frank Spencer, was a dunce.
He’s currently starring in ‘The Wizard of Oz’,
And must be an extremely busy man,
But he still puts aside a little time,
To write back to all of his loyal fans.
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Leaving A Friend
To me, this bad feeling is one, which isn’t all that new;
It’s an emotion which, many times, I have been through.
It’s the final evening of my trip away,
And, deep inside, I’m yearning to stay.
My time spent away, inevitably always flies,
And, now I’m sat here, with tears in my eyes.
It’s never an easy moment, saying goodbye,
And I’m finding it such an effort not to cry.
I love to spend time with my friend, so very dear:
A friend who makes me laugh, and brings me cheer.
Being in her company fills me with such happiness;
I feel like I’m riding on a wave: on the very crest!
I always crave the attention and affection;
More precious memories, for my collection.
For me, a motherly kiss and a hug,
Are so very addictive: just like a drug.
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Simple Pleasures
In our lives, there are many little pleasures;
Little moments which we love to treasure.
Things which, on your face, put a smile,
Even if only for the very briefest while.
Sleeping between freshly laundered cotton sheets.
Breakfast in bed is an experience, which can’t be beat.
Discovering that you’ve at last lost a few pounds in weight.
Going to the cinema to see the latest film with a good mate.
Browsing around a second hand bookshop.
Making the bubbles on bubble-wrap pop!
Sitting, browsing through your old photos.
Playing about in the freshly fallen snow.
Singing your heart out to your favourite song in your car.
Meeting up for a drink with your friends at a local bar.
Curling up on the sofa with a hot drink and a good book.
Someone paying you a compliment on the way you look.
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The Island
Early morning, and the first ferry of the day,
Makes its way between the two coasts,
Bringing another boat load of visitors,
To share in the beauty that the Island boasts.
On the Island, there are many types of wildlife.
Many birds feed along the shingle shore.
There are oystercatchers, curlews,
Spoonbills, various types of gull and many more.
Out in the bay, basking in the sun,
Is a colony of seals, resting on the rocks.
It is spectacles like this, which make
This a haven to where tourists love to flock.
Unless you've seen it with your own two eyes,
It's surprising how quickly the mists settle then lift.
From the mainland, the Island is there, then suddenly not.
It's almost like the shape of the land itself totally shifts.
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Christmas Carol Singalong
(Every Christmas, I go to the Christmas Carol Singalong at the Royal Albert Hall, hosted by Jonathan Cohen, and I wanted to capture the atmosphere of the event.)
I love going to the Royal Albert Hall for the Christmas Carol Sing-along.
It attracts a really large audience – some five thousand people strong.
Before the concert begins, there’s excited anticipation in the air,
And, there are plenty of cheerful, smiling faces, everywhere.
On stage, there’s a large orchestra and a smartly clad choir,
And there’s the promise of singing to your heart’s desire.
There’s well known Christmas songs old and new,
And all your favourite Christmas carols mixed in to.
Sometimes, just the orchestra get to do their thing,
And sometimes, just the choir stand up and sing.
There’s also a guest singer who sings a few songs,
But, with the majority of songs, we get to sing along.
On the pacier numbers, the choir move to the beat,
Clapping their hands together and shuffling their feet.
There’s usually a piano solo which requires nifty fingers.
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The Edinburgh Military Tattoo
An August evening, and people make their way to
Edinburgh Castle for the world famous Military Tattoo.
Once everyone has arrived and taken their seats,
From the battlements, sounds a steady drum beat.
Soon, a large corps of drummers appears,
To the audience’s applause and rousing cheers.
Each of the soldiers, dressed in their smart uniforms,
Has been up, rehearsing, since the first break of dawn.
The drummer’s skills are most highly rated:
They perform all kinds of rhythms, including syncopated.
The sound of the big bass drum, through my body, resonates;
Its booming beat similar to that of my own pulsing heart rate.
The drummers are replaced by another military band;
No drums this time, but they have bagpipes in hand.
The whole event is a real feast for ears and eyes.
Some of the tunes played, I instantly recognise.
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The New Forest
Tall trees offer the birds and beasts much protection;
Of flora and fauna, there is a truly fabulous collection.
Through the forest, ponies roam around wild and free;
Up above their heads, the small birds nest in the trees.
Under the canopy of the trees, the world seems so dim,
But, in grassy clearings, the sunlight is suddenly let in.
Trees, caught from falling, stand at an angle, inclined;
With other trees, their twisted limbs are now entwined.
Rabbits risk emerging from warren holes to run around;
Their long ears stand erect, listening for the tiniest sound.
The forest is punctuated with patches of soft, marshy land,
Where large pools of stagnant water, always seem to stand.
Herds of deer roam around, with their heads held up high;
But on seeing any human, they suddenly feel slightly shy.
Earthen tracks have been formed, by countless falling feet;
Eager to avoid the hidden dangers, of the soft bogs of peat.
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Remembering Misty
Sometimes it felt like you were my only friend,
And I was so upset when it all came to an end.
When I heard the news that you had died,
I'll readily admit the fact that I cried.
Racing towards me, you didn't seem to have a second to spare.
It was almost like your life depended on you getting there.
Upon arrival at my feet, you'd promptly turn away from me,
So as I could stroke the fur on your back very gently.
You trusted me, but if someone walked by,
Fear would set in and you'd run and hide.
From the safety of your garden, you would peer,
Then I'd coax you back out again when the coast was clear.
When you came running, my heart lifted and I felt glad
And when I was with you, I never felt sad.
When I was with you, the world seemed to disappear.
I was lost in my own little world, when you were near.
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From A Railway Carriage
If you take the same train journey time and time again,
It can end up seeming to be incredibly boring and plain.
But if you sit back and look out of the carriage window,
The list of things that you can see will grow and grow.
Newly built apartment blocks, reach way up to the sky;
From their balconies, their owners watch trains pass by.
A playing field is dotted with birds searching for bugs.
On station platforms, family and friends exchange hugs.
In cemeteries, of inscribed headstones there are endless rows.
Between disused railway tracks, many tall weeds now grow.
By Woking Station, there are huge piles of gravel.
On the platform, there are passengers on their travels.
I see young children at play in school playgrounds,
But, due to the noise of the train, I can’t hear the sounds.
At many stations, there are large advertising hoardings.
Trains, at the platforms, the passengers are now boarding.
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My Favourite Food
Here are some meals, which I really love to eat,
When, at the dinner table, I take my seat.
Lasagne served with a slice of garlic bread,
Is one of my real favourites, it has to be said.
Chunky chips and a tender gammon steak –
A really lovely meal for me, this would make.
Chilli con carne, served with pilau rice,
I also consider to be really rather nice.
A deep pan pizza, especially chicken supreme,
Is guaranteed to set my hungry eyes agleam.
Chicken of any kind, especially southern fried,
Is always a big hit with me, it can’t be denied.
Another of my favourites, is all-day brunch –
On this popular dish, I very often munch.
Britain’s favourite dish, bangers and mash,
I’m always extremely willing to give a bash.
Given lashings of sausage casserole,
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