Poetry
Ode to Winkie (March 2015)
The brave little pigeon flew and flew
And flew, and flew, and flew, and flew
Its wings were tired, its body was aching
But it knew, it knew, what it had to do
The courageous airmen crashed into the sea
Bobbing about in a life raft anxiously
The Skipper wrote his message short and brief
D for Duncan ditched into the sea
one twenty-five pm 14th February nineteen forty-three
The winter storm raged overhead
Rain, sleet and snow ever so cold
But the brave little pigeon flew and flew
Because it knew, it knew, what it had to do
Those precious lives it had to save
The cold and snow it had to brave
And battled on relentlessly
Across the raging sea so threateningly!
With daylight fading and darkness descending
It flew and flew because it knew, and knew
What it had to do
With wings aching and covered with snow
Its strength ebbing away ever so slow
But that precious message attached to its leg
Urged it on and it flew and flew
Because it knew and knew what it had to do
The dark outline of land appeared at last
With aching wings and body so cold
It flew and flew through sleet and snow
Until home at last it circled once
And dropped exhausted into the Cree it knew
The loft man looked at it with tears in his eyes
It had saved those precious airmen's lives
Because it knew and knew what it had to do
As it flew and flew and flew and flew
Ken Hall
A Birthday Wish (Mar 2014)
Switch on, have fun, laugh and be merry.
And may every wish bring nothing less
Than everything you'd wish for yourself.
But since it lasts for just a little while
Remember to celebrate it in style
Relax and enjoy this special day
And when it has ended
May the happiness it brought for you
Linger on, and last your whole life though.
Ken Hall
A house is a home (Jan 2014)
A house is a home if love abides
With children playing round a warm fireside
A house is a home if hearts entwine
To love and cherish till the end of time
A house is a home if happiness holds sway
From break of dawn till end of day
A house is a home if children abound
With Mum and Dad to help around
A house is a home when friends arrive
To enjoy the welcome that is given inside
A house is a home if God dwells there
To watch and listen to a prayer
Ken Hall