THOUGHTS by Rosemary We gaze above to study why the stars bewitch and twinkle high. Above, the moon, where man first trod, almost seems to smile and nod.   Storm winds howl and blow, but clear, then downy puffball clouds appear. How poor we'd be not to behold an evening sunset, red and gold, a rainbow decked with every hue and summer sky of cornflower blue.   NOW is the time to plan and see the World remain for you and me. Let not our greed destroy for ever this endless store of priceless treasure. And then, perhaps, as time slips by we'll sit and paint the evening sky. © Coprights reserved Rosemary 2001

ENGLAND by Rosemary Oh countryside! So changed are thee, where once we walked forever free. Long motorways stretch out their greeds hands to gather more of our fair lands. From noisy airports thunder planes at pace to choke the air from Human Race.   Give to me the trickling brook and bank where many a carefree foot we sank. A picnic tea - such utter bliss!- with sun and peacefulness exist.   Take back no more of our fair land! Please keep a place apart, for some to find, the peace-of-mind that comes just from the heart!   © Copyrights reserved Rosemary 2001