Glimpse

SKYWATCH
http://skyley.blogspot.com/2010/07/skywatch-friday-season-4-episode-1.html
 GLIMPSE

 I climb my stairs with niggling problems churning in my mind,

But something makes me look-up and then, suddenly, I find

My grubby, dusty little life is hardly worth a candle,

And all my tiny worries aren't too large for me to handle.

That view, that glimpse, will still be there, to remind me of the skies

That hover over humans and their troubles and their lies,

Their moods, their joys, their aggravations, and their hopes and fears,

Will all amount to nothing with the passing of the years.

It may be grey or rain-swept; it may be commonplace,

But my view of eternity always puts me in my place!

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ICE-CREAM ISLAND

(For the children.)


I've an ice-cream island in my mind
Piled with ice-creams, every kind.
High and wide and shiny bright!
Ice-creams, ice-creams pink and white
An ice-cream island in the sea
With all the ice-cream meant for me!
What a vision of delight!
Ice-cream, ice-cream, pink and white.
On my bike I'd like to ride
Round and round and side to side;
Here a lick and here a bite!
Ice-cream, ice-cream pink and white.
An ice-cream island! Oh what fun!
But what would happen in the sun?
My ice-cream island then I guess,
Would dribble away in a gooey mess!
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Whimsy-Whale

SKYWATCH FRIDAY
http://skyley.blogspot.com/

WHIMSY-WHALE!

Of course, it's only whimsy

And the basis is quite flimsy,

But I'm sure I saw a whale up in the sky!

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See the picture down below

Which I've added here to show

Whales are good at swimming though they cannot fly!

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Sighted off the NSW coast this Spring.

The Mother is called Migaloo.

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Beaming

                                           Brenda Bryant

SKYWATCH

http://skyley.blogspot.com/
AND

 LOOKING AT THE SKY ON FRIDAY
http://workofthepoet.blogspot.com/

BEAMING

When I was a child in the Second World War,
Searchlights were often seen
Criss-crossing each other across the sky;
Part of the wartime scene.
They sought out the enemy droning in,
For bombs would soon be dropped.
They switched off after the planes had gone
And the battle-cries had stopped.
The beams of those lights were lovely,
Though they filled our hearts with dread;
And none of us liked to be woken
When we were asleep in bed.
Now I see such lights in the evening sky
When the day is nearly done.
I feel blessed to be able to watch the beams
From a beneficent sun.
*

Searchlights in World War Two
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A very different Wartime memory here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2008/11/195-tears.html

Widdershins

                                            Brenda Bryant

SKYWATCH FRIDAY
http://skyley.blogspot.com/

WIDDERSHINS!

The wind keeps on changing its mind!

It's hither and thither, I find.

First it blows to the West,

Then it thinks East is best.

The trajectory's never defined!

*

When I think that we'll head out to sea,

Where we'll float unencumbered and free,

It's back over the land!

No direction is planned!

Oh dear! Now we're off again!

Wheeeeeee!

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A very welcome wind here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/155blowing-in-wind.html

White Flames

SKYWATCH FRIDAY

http://skyley.blogspot.com/2010/01/skywatch-friday-season-4-episode-26.html

WHITE FLAMES

Rising like feathers into the air

From some unseen conflagration.

The white-heat chill of the climbing clouds.

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A parody about a cloud here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/doing-dirty-on-dean.html

Sydney Dawn

SKYWATCH
http://skyley.blogspot.com/2009/11/skywatch-friday-season-4-episode-18.html


SYDNEY DAWN


It was dark.
The lights of home
Were pricked out like stars.
As we approached they grew to moons;
Small moons that were friendly.
*
Then the sky began to flush
With the excitement of our arrival
*
The ship slid past the bridge.
The flags waved at us.
*
The black buildings
No longer loomed.
Gradually they threw off their cloaks
And turned
To give us a creamy welcome.
*
The water ceased twinkling
And smoothed its silk.
*
Faint voices drifted to us
From the quay-side.
The workers seemed less aware of the drama
Than the sky and the sea!
They whistled, shouted.
*
The spell was broken.
Day dawned.
*

Cruising 'once upon a time' here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-ashore.html

The Lie in the Lens

SKYWATCH

http://skyley.blogspot.com/2009/10/skywatch-friday-season-4-episode-13.html

THE LIE IN THE LENS!

'Surely a monochrome', you say!

Surely a dark and stormy day!'

'Surely a scene of moodiness and threat!'

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And yet, oddly enough,

It wasn't wild or rough

It wasn't even wintery or wet!

*

It was quite a pleasant day,

In an ordinary way,

And the trees were clothed with leaves of Springtime green!

*

But I pointed and went 'Click!'

And, by some peculiar trick

I produced this very Gothic sort of scene!

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But if you care to squint

You will see a little hint

Which will bring the nature of the day in view.

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In the corner, on the right,

The sky is looking bright;

You can even see a little touch of blue!

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The tricks of cyberspace here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-bloggers.html