D. Joyce
Lewisham, London
D. JoyceLewisham, London |
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My father was a bus driver. My mother was a home maker. My husband served on the cruiser HMS Sheffield. I have one daughter and two grandchildren. I worked in an office. I was also a bank teller and also worked in a big fashion store. I started writing poetry six months ago. When I had the urge to pick up the pen while having breakfast. I have no explanation why but I have written many since I was an average scholar at school. |
As I Fly Over MountainsI see through the eyes of a bird My wings flapping gently in the wind To places known only by word. Through canyons and places That I've never seen Stories with strange writing Hidden amongst green. Snow covered mountains Where people can ski Ice covered lakes That lead out to the sea. I pass over volcano's That has been sleeping for years The people that live there Live with this fear. How wonderful to see this And its all free I am one of Gods creatures Oh! Lucky old me For I am an eagle I have very sharp eyes I see all these things As I fly through the skies. I have just landed On the bough of a tree I shout from the tree tops And its great to be free. | Secrets Of The SeaThe world has many wonders The earth the sea and sky How did it all begin It makes you wonder why White foam upon the ocean Waves rolling silently ashore Its almost like hearing music Come right from the oceans floor Sun beams dance on the waters Spraying gold amongst the foam Nature can be quite beautiful And your thoughts begin to roam Oh a lovely summers day You can drift on a sea of dreams Seaqulls flying overhead So tranquil and serene The sea holds many secrets Another world it seems So many species live there Like living submarines. |