Life’s too short to be Bittern

Once Bittern twice shy

They dance to the tune of the reeds

These wood wind musicians of the sky

They play like the reeds their throat song

They beat the bull frogs at their own game

In time they sing along

Like a jamboree

All the same

They do impressions of Bulrushes

Standing plant tall and straight

And what do they want of paint brushes

When streaked brown and white they wait

Birds

Chaffinch on the table

Blue Tits on the bench

Starlings on the cable

Little Black Bird on the fence

All about their picnic

All about their lunch

Some Wren’s a pick pocket

 Some woodpecker packs a punch

Out the garden grows the vine

Out beside the pond

Far beyond the picket fence line

Keeping true its bond

Where sat the warbler

Warbling his song

To the dawn in chorus

For all the New Spring Long

Reap What You Sow

That our days are numbered, we all know

No use fixing our eyes, only on the end of the rainbow

No use thinking, that all that glitters is Gold

You will reap what you shall sow

That Blue Sky thinking can shatter glass ceilings

That if you shoot for the stars, you might hit the moon

But, no use hiding scars, from the fallen glass, soon

You will reap what you shall sow

You’ve sought out the After-life, like it was an after thought

Believed all good things come out of strife

But from dust to dust, from nought comes nought

And, any time you fear the wrath, you just lie low

You’re going to reap just what you sow

The mermen rise from a watery grave

I’m ready Lord for you to save

Let me be cleansed of all I know

As vanity passes like a fool in a blizzard of snow

You’re going to reap just what you sow

The Temptation lies like an open door

But don’t step inside, you’ll only want more

The House of God is our only refuge

You must wash your feet in the river

Let the water purge you

But it’s no use, unless you know

You’re going to reap just what you sow