During the holidays I had a wonderful time. Frolicking sisters and a coasting daddy made for an entertaining display, freedom to be ourselves was the most wonderful fun.
H appiness emerging excitement growing,
O ceans of dancing waves lovingly flowing,
L aughter like singing birds heard in the morning,
I rresistable ice-cream noon-time yawning,
D addy filling our heads with figures and facts,
A way we’re escaping down unexplored tracks,
Y early adventures treasured deep in our hearts,
S adness its over til the next one starts.
© Jonathan Bryan
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EYE CAN TALK 
Love this one Jonathan!
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A lovely acrostic poem!
I’m a member of Carlisle Writers’ Group and this is my very first effort on the night I joined. The reason I like it is because it was done in a ten minute writing exercise, and the cat-clan really represents the writers’ group as saw them that night:
Cats sat in silhouette on the moon-lit wall,
Any one of them could tumble and fall.
Ratty was usually first of the mark but was having a ball,
Licking his long, lithe legs. ‘Purr-fect!’, he said, then
Issued an order to his moggie pals –
‘Shift yourselves
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Eddie
With his flexible furry body, He’s my
Right-hand man
Illustrating all that’s good about our cat-clan –
Tremendous paws,
E specially for thought (pause for thought)
Right guys?’
‘Sure thing Cats’, they chorused
‘Great to belong to a talented,
Rounded group of fascinating felines.
Our coterie is blessed’, they said in
Unison.
‘Peace be with you brothers’, said Cats, making the sign of a cross.
Writers are not supposed to be pleased with their work, they should always be in pursuit of perfection. But when something comes together we can always say: ‘Well, it just wrote itself’.
Love, Ella
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