MY VILLAGE BY FIONA CUMMINGS

WALKING THROUGH MY VILLAGE

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Candles glow

We wait for snow

Decorations can be seen through the window

Passing the large Victorian house

Next to the bakers shop near by

In the window shows a white sugar mouse

And seasonal goodies for us to try

Then the church on the hill

Standing proud

In the bitter night so still

The wind doesn’t blow

No flowers grow

Trees are bare

Just standing there

Finger like branches

Broken fences

Damaged by the December storm

Birds suffer until it’s warm

 Families make plans to see each other

Exciting times for all new lovers

Then there are the first time Mothers

Spoiling their young

Looking forward to so much fun

A frozen puddle glistens

People carrying presents

Full of anticipation

For the new year to arrive

Then we shall all thrive

On a new start

New Year

A change of heart

No more tears

Kissing goodbye to all our fears

A new slate

Food from an everlasting plate

A half full glass

Never half empty

Always hopeful for plenty

Walking through my village

With this festive knowledge

Fills my heart with joy

There is no spillage

Only the positive I will employ

To visit the lonely

To make their rooms homely

To make them feel wanted

To give flowers which will be planted

And though, out here is all frosted

Inside shall be warm

And everyone will be safe

Away from the storm

Whilst outside hang icicles

And the angels perform miracles

We hear the bells from the church

And stars shine against the silver birch

The ink sky

With fading clouds floating by

It’s a lovely time of year

Full of festive cheer

Children wear excited smiles upon their face

My village is a pretty place