THE DREAM GARDEN

I LOOK OVER THE GARDEN
TO SEE WHAT NATURE DONE TO ME
NETTLES IN A CORNER
IN ANOTHER A ROCKERY MADE BY ME

RIGHT ACROSS THE GREEN POUND
THERE STANDS A APPLE TREE
ALMOST READY TO FRUIT
THE FLOWERS ARE ON THE TREE

SOME PLANTS ARE DYING
BECAUSE THE SOILS TO RICH
LIFE NEVER RUNS SMOOTH
THERE ALWAYS IS A HITCH

I TRIED TO TAKE A PICTURE
BUT COULD NOT CAPTURE THE VIEW
AS I DIDN'T HAVE A GARDEN
BUT MY DREAMS MAY COME TRUE

by Martin Cromie

H.U.G.S.
IT IS WONDEROUS WHAT CAN DO
A HUG CAN CHEER YOU WHEN YOUR BLUE
A HUG CAN SAY 'I LOVE YOU SO'
OR 'GEE I HATE TO SEE YOU GO

A HUG IS WELCOME BACK AGAIN
AND ' GREAT TO BE SEE YOU'
OR WHERE'VE YOU BEEN ?
A HUG CAN SOOTHE A SMALL CHILD PAIN
A BRING A RAINBOW AFTER RAIN
THE HUG - THERE'S NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
WE SEARCELY COULD SURVIVE WITHOUT IT
A HUG DELIGHTS AND WARMS AND CHARMS
IT MUST BE WHY GOD GIVE US ARMS

HUGS ARE GREAT FOR FATHERS AND MOTHERS
SWEET FOR SISTERS SWELL FOR BROTHERS
AND CHANCES ARE SOME FAVOURITE AUNTS
LOVE THEM MORE THAN POTTED PLANTS

KITTENS CRAVE THEM PUPPIES
LOVE THEM
HEADS OF STATE ARE NOT ABOVE
THEM
A HUG CAN BREAK THE LANGUAGE BARRIER
AND MAKE THE DULLEST DAYS
SEEM MERRIER

NO NEED TO FRET ABOVE THE STORE
OF THEM
THE MORE YOU GIVE THE MORE THERE
ARE OF THEM
SO STRETCH THOSE ARMS WITHOUT
DELAY
AND GIVE SOMEONE A HUG TODAY

....BY MARTIN CROMIE.....

    A POEM TO MY LOVE

THIS IS A POEM TO MY LOVE
FOR ONE WHO TOUCHED ME DEEP
YOU GOT ME THINKING ABOUT YOUR LOVE
AND HAVE YOUR IMAGE FROM HEAD TILL FEET
I THINK OF YOU THAT MAKES ME SMILE
YOU ARE SO NATURAL YOU DO HAVE STYLE
MY LOVE FOR YOU CAN ONLY GROW
FROM SPRINGTIME TILL THERE IS SNOW
MY AIM IN LIFE IS TO MAKE YOU MINE
AND CELEBRATE THOUGH OLD LAND SIGN
I KNOW WE ARE OFTEN APART
BUT YOU ARE ALWAYS IN MY HEART
YOU MAKE IT BRIGHT ON A RAINY DAY
BY LITTLE WORDS THAT YOU MAY SAY
AND NOW THAT DAWN HAS OPENED Its DOOR
IT IS TIME FOR ME TO THINK OF YOU ONES MORE
YOU WOKE UP FEELINGS IN MY HEART
THAT STIRRED IN ME WHEN I WAS YOUNG
THIS ONLY HAPPINESS BECAUSE YOU ARE THE ONE

....BY...MARTIN CROMIE....

                          WARS

THE IRISH FOUGHT OVER THE BORDER S
THE ENGLISH FOUGHT OVER THE SEA
THE AMERICANS FOUGHT IN VIETNAM
BUT WHO WILL FIGHT FOR ME

THE WARS THEY ARE NEVER OVER
BECAUSE THEY NEVER END
WHEN WILL WE GET IT RIGHT
AND TRY TO MAKE A FRIEND

SOMETIMES WE LOOK TO THEM AND US
SOMETIMES TO YOU AND ME
BUT IN ALL PRACTICAL REALITIES
ITS US ITS THEM ITS ME

WE ALL PROTECT ARE LIVELIHOOD
BY KEEPING WHAT'S ARE OWN
MAKING OUR SELF INVEIGLES
THAT REALLY NEED TO BELONG

.....BY MARTIN CROMIE...