Glorious Day
Yesterday went stomping across, country, far and wide
With a pack upon my back, camera by my side...
Trekking boots and sticks giving me wings to fly...
As I go up & down across country Craggs, wild valleys
With my heart jumping from my mouth...
I stop and stare the vision before my eyes lifting my spirits high...
At the beauty that I see,
And in my mind's mind am thinking what a fool I'll be...
If I see, He!
Go on I must, we always end up by the sea...
Might as well be in paradise there's not a soul to be seen...
Except in my mind's mind, I see Thee!
There's no hope for me...
Getting down to the beach around noonday...
Throwing my pack down removing my trekking boots
Wonderful fresh air, my feet can breathe!
Then I remove everything except that something,
to cover my modesty...
Then I run into the water, making me yelp
the shock upon my skin...
Then a great big wave knocks me off my pins...
Rather sore, with scratches on my thighs waves over me
As a none swimmer to panic trying not
Whilst the waves dispersed then crawling up the beach
I was soaked rather more than I was expected to be
I looked like a rat I'd imagine, my hair dripping about my shoulders!!!
And the old boy with his dratted camera recording my movements.
Never mind that I nearly drowned...
Not a pretty sight crawling out of the water, like a she-beast,
Emerging from the deepness of the seas wild eyes wild hair...
I could have murdered He...
Then on the way home clambering over balder's after balder's
Great big fallen, rocks from the cliffs above.
I truly felt that I was in no man's lands in the days of times past
When man first crossed the same paths before me!
Then I had to climb the very same cliff face,
That I swore I'd never do again...
Good lord!
You should have seen me!
Pack on my back trekking sticks to help me up...
& hurrah I did yet again...
I think I must be a commander on secret service...
Or just Connie's madness, much more like it...
Have a great day...
With a pack upon my back, camera by my side...
Trekking boots and sticks giving me wings to fly...
As I go up & down across country Craggs, wild valleys
With my heart jumping from my mouth...
I stop and stare the vision before my eyes lifting my spirits high...
At the beauty that I see,
And in my mind's mind am thinking what a fool I'll be...
If I see, He!
Go on I must, we always end up by the sea...
Might as well be in paradise there's not a soul to be seen...
Except in my mind's mind, I see Thee!
There's no hope for me...
Getting down to the beach around noonday...
Throwing my pack down removing my trekking boots
Wonderful fresh air, my feet can breathe!
Then I remove everything except that something,
to cover my modesty...
Then I run into the water, making me yelp
the shock upon my skin...
Then a great big wave knocks me off my pins...
Rather sore, with scratches on my thighs waves over me
As a none swimmer to panic trying not
Whilst the waves dispersed then crawling up the beach
I was soaked rather more than I was expected to be
I looked like a rat I'd imagine, my hair dripping about my shoulders!!!
And the old boy with his dratted camera recording my movements.
Never mind that I nearly drowned...
Not a pretty sight crawling out of the water, like a she-beast,
Emerging from the deepness of the seas wild eyes wild hair...
I could have murdered He...
Then on the way home clambering over balder's after balder's
Great big fallen, rocks from the cliffs above.
I truly felt that I was in no man's lands in the days of times past
When man first crossed the same paths before me!
Then I had to climb the very same cliff face,
That I swore I'd never do again...
Good lord!
You should have seen me!
Pack on my back trekking sticks to help me up...
& hurrah I did yet again...
I think I must be a commander on secret service...
Or just Connie's madness, much more like it...
Have a great day...
By the way, that's not me!
Just a mermaid, a siren emerging from the sea!
& you know what sirens do! Don't you?
They drive the sailors mad, with their singing...
Just a mermaid, a siren emerging from the sea!
& you know what sirens do! Don't you?
They drive the sailors mad, with their singing...
By Connie James
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