The Island
by Ann
Usher
The island
called to her.
She lived in a
glass and concrete flat.
The island
called to her.
She worked in
a glass and concrete office.
She walked to
work through grey, grim streets.
The traffic,
the crowds, the noise, the smell.
The grey, grim
streets, the grey, low clouds, her grey low mood.
She was alone
and lonely in the midst of crowds.
She fled to
the north.
She went by
train and then by ferry, over the angry, noisy sea.
She walked the
hills, the heath, the beach.
She saw the
crowds of trees, of birds, of flowers, of clouds.
She wore the
island like a coat.
She could see
the world without an end.
She drank the
rain.
She ate the
air.
She took the
silence into her hands, into her head, into her heart.
She had come
home.
Life’s Journey
by Irene
Briscoe
I wonder
sometimes as I walk through the street
When I look at
the people I pass or I meet,
"Are you
truly happy with life," I feel inclined to say
"Has life
treated you well, Gone the right way?"
While some
find their work makes them content
And others
take up hobbies to get their fulfilment.
There are
those who travel to a distant shore
Hoping for new
experiences and so much more.
So what is the
answer for contentment in Life?
For some
people to marry, a family, a good wife,
While others
strive another way to be content!
Filling the
void with religion to get fulfilment.
Therefore,
whatever the way you decided to go
Do find
happiness in you choice and so
Contentment,
Because this seems to me, meant
"It’s
up to you," as how your life is spent.
Retirement
by Irene
Briscoe
Not to go to
work, to do as you please
When you could
lie in bed at ease.
Think, did you
dream, of that future time
No one would
care, "the days were all mine".
Ten years on,
this is not quite as it may seem
So, really
then, what does Retirement mean?
For your days
must be organised to stay on "Active Being"
Hard work
retirement, old friends you must keep seeing
Having
hobbies, new interests to fill each day
That is what
Retirement means and of course
No Pay!!
