John Ord

Pontefraet, West Yorkshire, UK

Date of Birth, 19 May, 1937, Pontefraet, West Yorkshire, United Kingdom, Secondary Education until 1952. Employed as decorator and paperhandler throughout working life. Enjoy reading poetry of all types, wild life, and birds, being a member of the R.S.P.B. I feel I try to write and see the more beautiful side of life, as someone wrote long ago, it is still a beautiful world.


Across The Sea

On distant shores I stand and gaze,
Out there to sea into the haze,
Far or'e the ocean my homeland,
I dream, there standing on the sand,
The one I love, I hope and pray,
Together soon God speed the day,
Blow wind across the sea,
Whisper my love, please wait for me,
Blow wind across the sea,
To where my heart so longs to be,
Blow wind across the sea.

The twilight deepens stars do shine,
Please tell my love for her I pine,
Then darkness falls, the moon appears,
She sees me standing mid my tears,
Fly moon along the night,
Please guide my love with loves own light,
Fly moon across the sea,
To where my heart so longs to be,
Fly moon along the night,
Blow wind across the sea.

The silent clouds drift high in space,
I beg of them please haste their pace,
To tell you dear, I miss you so,
How much I love you, Let you know,
Roll clouds across the sky,
Please say my love will never die,
Roll clouds across the sea,
To where my heart so longs to be,
Roll clouds across the sky,
Fly moon along the night,
Blow wind across the sea.

The Secret Of Success

When young I often thought success,
Meant wealth and power I must stress,
An easy life, with all lifes pleasures,
A mansion high, with worldly treasures,
Tours abroad to places new,
While in some bank my money grew,
Some people yes, tis aim they try,
Yet still a dream for you and I .

Late in life I thought again,
Together still through joys and pain,
Yes, we are wed through all those years
Sharing troubled times and tears,
Our money spent on all our plans,
Yet still so happy, holding hands,
Our children grown, as we grew old,
Your love for me worth more than gold
This love we share, I now caress,
I feel the secret of success.


All poems Copyright © 1997 John Ord. All rights reserved.