Blue Sky Sunny Day

 

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 A blue sky sunny day

To help us work rest and play.

As good as the old Mars bar,

It’s bound to take us far.

 

There’s nothing like some sunshine,

To put us onto Cloud Nine.

Filling us with glee.

Time for a cuppa tea.

 

Better still a beer,

I do wish you were here.

Can do the garden too.

Oh so much to do.

 

But the river keeps on flowing,

On to who knows where.

No idea where we’re going

Whenever we sail down there.

 

See that ancient ruin

Telling of times long past.

Something worth pursuing,

Longer may it last.

 

All is better for that sun.

We can have such fun.

Don’t just stand and stare,

Get out in that fresh air.

 

Paul Butters

 

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Life's Purpose

 

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Is The Purpose of Life

Just to be the first

To beat or cheat Death?

 

For The Grim Reaper stands supreme.

Some trees have endured

For nearly five thousand years.

And so-called immortal jellyfish

Can regenerate

Back to childhood

Sort of like Doctor Who.

 

But no-one has achieved mortality.

All we can do is pass the baton

Of Life

To the next generation.

On and on.

 

Smart science may yet allow us

To modify our genes

And make Regeneration

Real.

Or maybe transfer

Our Consciousness

Into some computer

Or Virtual World.

Who knows what our technology

Might do for us?

 

The Spiritual Way

Remains our only hope

Of Salvation from Death

Unless…

 

Paul Butters

 

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Mothers

 

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Mummy sparrow leads her chick

Into the garden.

A fluffy baby bird

Shivering

Vulnerable

Beak wide open

Demanding food.

 

So mother duly catches a grub

To drop it into

That wide open

Clamouring mouth.

 

Meanwhile, indoors, mamma dog suckles

A crowd of pups

All clambering at her belly,

Grabbing nipples

And sucking like there’s no tomorrow.

 

And in another house

Mother cat is feeding her kittens.

Indeed all around the world

All sorts of animals

Are getting fed by Mum.

 

But ah, I must stop writing.

My own Mum has called me to lunch:

Glorious stew and dumplings –

Dumplings so soft

With a hint of crust on some.

Followed by her tasty sponge

And custard.

Gran has helped her too

And brought us sweets

For later.

 

Mums and grandmas:

You can’t beat them.

 

Paul Butters

 

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