CHILDHOOD PLAY
By Denise Adair
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As I lay playing on the beach
Watching the tide ebb and flow
I think about my childhood days
The memories that come and go

The rustling sound of the water
The sound of children at play
Seagulls making all their noise
As they fly on their way

The jingle of the donkey's bells
As they run along the sand
Kids jumping over the waves
Holding their mummy's hands

What a joy being a child
With no worries or a care?
But as you grow older
Life doesn't seem all that fair

Oh what I'd give to be a child again
To run, laugh and play
But the memories will be there
Till my dying day

So goodbye dear childhood
You surely did pass me by
But adulthood is not all bad
If you just give it a try

GOD BLESS YOU MUM.
by Denis Adair 2006
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As I grew older, my mum said to me.
This is the place where I'd like to be.
A place there's no hurt or no pain.
Where I never have to worry again.
A place where hearts are never broke,
Where true words are always spoke.
A world without wars,or nightmares for me.
This is the place I want to be.

Then the day came, my mum passed away.
I remembered the words she use to say.
Then one night as I lay fast asleep.
I felt someone tugging at my sheet.
I looked up with a tear down my face.
There was my mum in all her grace.
She said dear daughter, dont you grieve no more.
As I have found that place I was looking for.

SCOTLAND THE BRAVE.
by Denis Adair 2006
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Where the mist rolls over the heather,
And the hills roll down to the sea.
Where the mountains reach to the sky,
This is were i long to be

Where the men wear the skirts,
And the ladies wear the trews
Where the rams run around,
After all the little ewes


Where stags and deer run so freely,
Free for every one to see.
Where the snow stays on the mountains,
This is where i long to be.

There's a loch called loch lamond.
And the countrys  is  nice and clean.
There's a loch they call loch ness
Where a monster may or may not be seen.

There are many lovley cities,
They are beautiful to see.
But right up in the mountains,
Is the place i long to be.

DAUGHTERS DAY OUT.
by Denis Adair 2006
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My daughter's past her driving test,
And now she's got a car.
She said I'm going for a drive,
I said don't go too far.
                 
We went down the motorway,
In the back I did cower.
We headed towards Cleethorpes,
She was doing 90 miles per hour.

We nicknamed her lead foot,
Her foot's never off the floor.
I was hanging on for my dear life,
To the ruddy door.

I new it was not my time to die,
I said will you slow down.
I think she'll join the circus,
Cos she drives like a ruddy clown.

When she asks would you like a lift,
I will politely decline.
Saying you go in your car my dear,
And I will go in mine.

But dont take this to heart my dear,
I know it was your first day.
But untill you've had some experience,
I'll stay out of your way.

SEASIDE SPECIAL.
by Denis Adair 2006
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Crabs and shrimps, lobsters as well.
Oysters and starfish, snails in their shells.
Rippling motion of the incoming tide,
The sea the ocean is vast and wide.

White waves that hit the shore,
Leaving you thirsty and hungry for more.
Sounds of the shingles hitting the beach,
Always the good shells are out of reach.

Sailing vessels large and small,
Long ones fat ones and some tall.
Fishermen sat on there boats,
Watching their lines and their floats.

Children playing in the sand,
Making sand castles with their hands,
Buckets and spades, donkeys as well,
The ice-cream van ringing his bell.

The tide comes in, you've had your fun,
Go inside now out of the sun.
The last of the beach just over the side,
Being swallowed up by the in coming tide.

THE FOX
by Denis Adair 2006
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At night I roam,where no-one can see.
My friends come alive, just to be with me.
In day time there's danger,They hunt and kill.
They call it sport, but for me its no thrill.

My cubs are frightened, bright lights they see.
Even at night there's still danger for me.
They call them cars, they speed so fast.
I race over the road, and home at last.

Now safe in my den,By my cubs side.
Where do I go from here? There's nowhere to hide.
For in this world, Where nature is free.
Will there ever be a safe home for me?

Free from the car's, the hound and the gun.
Please leave me alone to have some fun.
There are many animals in fear of losing their grace.
And have no worse enemy than the human race.

LOVE CONQUERS ALL.
by Denise Adair 2006
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       Everyone goes through a bad patch,
       And no-one quite knows why.
       Dont bottle up your feelings,
       Dont let your love run dry.

       As long as theres a shining light,
       A sparkle in your eye.
       loves always worth fighting for,
       You only have to try.

       At times you think that you cant cope,
       And to end things would be best.
       But let me tell you now kids,
       Its just one of lifes big tests.

       Just think about the good times,
       And the bad will fade away.
       Hold on to what you have,
       Dont let your love go astray.

       When you think you have got it bad,
       And dont know what to do.
       Just remember out there in the world,
       someone somewhere is worse of than you.

       So keep picking up the pieces,
       And make a brand new start.
       The only thing you cant mend,
       Is a broken heart.

REMEMBER THIS. 
by Denise Adair 2006
Contact: denbypoet@aol.com

Do you remember when you were a kid,
The silly things that we did.
Playing hopscotch with a shoe polish tin,
And putting bangers in your bin.

Playing for hours with a stocking and a ball,
Throwing it into the air and against the wall.
Trying to keep a hula-hoop on your waist,
The sweets we would eat with a bitter taste.

Hide and seek was a good game,
Kick can kettle was just the same.
You would roll a newspaper up real tight,
Then whack someone's knees with all your might.

Girls played with dolls, boys played with guns,
But no matter what we still had our fun.
Then we grew up and went our separate ways,
But those were the good old days.