Christopher Black: with his big back-pack.
Liam Short; ironically he was.
Aiden Craven: his names almost matched
Simon Pal - and he was a pal!
Stuart Grove; didn't know him much
Matthew Huss; he sat on the opposite side to us
Adam Ponder, who used to wonder,
Terry King, the class-clown
Eddy Wilkinson, the deputy clown
Should all be friends for life...
Categories:
wilkinson, childhood, school,
Form: Acrostic
Looking through barred window,
Held there long ago.
Distant time of honor,
When king was king.
Yet some were evil.
My fairest one captive;
So I mounted steed,
Riding to her rescue.
Driven forward by love;
Lady of no compare,
Heart filled with courage.
There waiting for me.
Hills rising and falling;
Hooves pounding muddy path,
Never stopping or relenting.
Traveling to greatest battle.
Her face guiding me;
Beacon in the dark,
True angel in waiting.
Feeding this soldier's resolve.
Lightning flashing in distance,
Thunder rolling over me.
Still, I ride on,
Her distress more deafening.
As morning sun rises,
Castle looms in view.
I lower my visor,
Her scarf around neck.
Knighted sword now unsheathed,
Wilkinson shield in hand.
My stallion breathing fire,
Galloping to my destiny.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Categories:
wilkinson, hero, love, romantic,
Form: Narrative
What's it to be, with this wee plant, and me?
What will we see, fruit flower, or tree?
If it's fruit we want, and flowers to see, we'll surely need help, from a neighborly bee.
Pruning a tree or shrub by me, is a job you see, but it's all for free.
While feeding a tree, knowing sprayings not free, quality fruits are well worth the fee.
Results are what counts, whether flower or fruit, a showcase of beauty for all to see.
In conclusion, a garden of joy we see, to share with friends like you and me.
And this my friends, ends this tale, from me, as I'm constantly filled with gardening glee.
john wilkinson late spring 2011
Categories:
wilkinson, happinessfruit,
Form: Verse
So many years, so long ago, Jesus beckoned us to go.
To hear His message loud and clear, we'll hear it better through both ears.
The thoughts He shares may bring us tears, although little reason for any fears.
Forgiveness all, who confess our sins, proclaim to others with no chagrin.
For some who wait too long, you see, means wasted joy that makes us free.
Peace of mind once we've been blessed accepting Jesus, a worthy quest.
My tale of God, and Jesus too, companions of a Spirit true.
All remain to ease the way, on this dear earth till judgement day.
My life has mellowed well with age, a smarter me since I have engaged.
Prayers for all, who believe it's true, we ask for God to see them through.
I know this day faith leads the way, with open hearts and minds at play.
Others, who never see the light, perhaps some day they'll know John's right.
John Wilkinson Easter Spring 2011
Categories:
wilkinson, inspirational, easter, day, jesus,
Form: Verse