Margret Foulger

Norwich, Norfolk, UK

I was born on the 24, of September 1949 in Germany and attended Grammar School from the age of eleven. Four years after leaving school, I qualified as a dental technician. In 1979, my daughter Silvia and I moved to England where I work with an Engineering company dealing in Electrical and Electronic Equipment. Now that my daughter has grown up and leads her own life, I have more time to pursue my ambitions and my need to write with support of my partner Robert Ford. I have written three children's stories, several poems and I am currently working on a novel.

Loneliness

An icy wind blows through the crystal clear, but stormy night,
as I walk the sandy beach with loneliness close to my right.
Only the wind and inner thoughts holding me tight as by force,
knowing of my fading trust in a world with little care or remorse.

Stars twinkling high above, the silvery moon shining upon my face,
loneliness comes and goes like the sound of crashing waves.
Please keep me company, to ease the pain of a torn and weary mind,
you will always be one of the very closest friends of mine.

So tired of searching for answers, yet my emotions are still on fire,
tasting upon my lips, like the burning of a reviving desire.
My deepest thoughts are with you - you powerful roaring wind and sea,
I never appreciated just how graceful and peaceful loneliness can be.

Together we keep on walking, hand in hand, the endless beach,
writing words of beliefs in the sand, where the sea won't reach.
Suddenly you turned around with a smile, very slight and well concealed,
as if you were hiding a secret, a message that needs to be revealed.

Restore my faith that lies within you and lend me your guiding hand,
convinced that one day you will leave when I am able to understand.
When in the distance of darkness a warm golden light is heading my way,
carrying me to a land of hope for everyone - welcoming us to stay.

Childhood Memories

Down by the cliffs, where the seagulls cry
where the fishermen repair their torn and worn nets,
there in the grey old house, where my childhood lies
that was home, with memories I shall never forget.

Down by the rocks, where life feels at peace
where the stoney sand gets constantly washed away,
there, where the fishing boats turn out to sea
that was our beach, where we used to play.

Down by the lighthouse, where the wind blows
where the rivers journey ends to meet in the ocean,
there, where my love and affection for the sea grows
that still is home, with ever lasting devotion.

The Raindrop

Whilst pushing my way through the heavy grey sky
I pass clouds and birds that fly amazingly high,
with gathering speed I tumble in to a chestnut tree
from where I jump excitedly from leaf to leaf,
not much longer now before I come down with bounce
to rejoin the others that are already on the ground.

Luckily I didn't fall on to a rooftop with a splutter
to finish up in the dark drain and smelly gutter,
I would rather land with a bolt ever so slight,
together we water the ever thirsty land with great fun
we look like glittering pearls in the afterrain sun.

Over the fields down the hills and rocky stones we slide
into a wild running stream that takes us for a ride,
swiftly we are roaring into a lively river very fast
reaching the end of our journey the sea - at last,
finally we are back where our lives once began
starting all over again because our work is never done.