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This Old Car

This old car written by a parky ,


I have a friend Denitia 
A lovely lady she is
I rang her up one morning
To see if she was in

We decided to have some fun
In an old reck of a car
So off we went 
With tools in hand to find this old car.

This car was for the crusher 
It had no seats or wheels 
But we put our heads together 
And started to build

We worked on this old car all day 
And found some good old wheels
We sorted out the puncher 
And polished up the steel

They all come up such a treat 
All sparkling with a gleam
And then when we looked with in the car 
There was no seats to be seen

So of we went to have a fined
And there to our amaze 
Was an old pink push chair 
That will do as a seat 

We needed a front seat 
So that we could drive 
She put it in excitedly 
And decided she would drive

We realised  it need a battery 
And found one on the ground, 
We checked it out 
and to our surprise
It started up the car

We both jumped in, And of we went 
Not knowing we're to go
And this old car went chugging along 
And never let us down

The radio was blaring 
The music so much fun
We sang along in rhythm 
To the 70 s songs

We followed along the rd 
And vagus did we find
It was all lit up and all aglow 
With beautiful fairy lights 

We parked the car,And wondered around 
We had so much fun that night
There were saloons and bars 
And dancing to ,all through the night 

We had so much fun,We wanted to stop 
But had to get on our way 
We wondered back to the car 
But we had lost our way

We both could not remember ,
were we parked the car
This poor old cars gone missing
It's a jaguar 

It's blue and brown , 
it has got lots of rust
And has  a beautiful pink drivers seat,
It sing all the songs that you can sing 
All from the 70s 

So if you find a car , that's blue and brown
And lots of rust you see
And that it's a jaguar 
That sing along to the 70s

Please look after this old car
It's to good to be crushed 
It won't never let you down 
Even though it's full of rust

But we have never found it 
It's gone from our minds 
We just hope that one day 
We will hear it coming by

We listen out for the 70s
The songs we so enjoyed 
And prohaps one day we will remember 
We're we left the car


Sue gage

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I Wake Up From My Dream

I wake up from my dreams 
To a beautiful day 
The sun is up its like the bloom 
Of the sunflower that grows so high 
And in my dream it comes alive, 
With the flurry of birds flying through the sky
And there I fly by there side ,
Over the hill up so high

Oh how I wish I could go any we're I please
Fly across the ocean, and in among the trees
sit amongst the branches and watch the world go by, 
And be as free as a bird,

I'd fly and sit on the canopy
High up in the Amazon, 
The forest full of palm trees, 
And full  of colourful birds 

It comes alive day and night 
You can hear they music playing
It's is full of life , 
It's free , it's wild , and amazing

The toucan sits , so colourful 
There's monkeys swinging high 
From the unhurahui tree
As I watch from high 

I could fly off to a desert island 
And watch the waves roll in
And as they gently roll Over rocks near by
There's a starfish sunbathing

The sea is clear like tinted blue glass 
I can see the fish so clearly
There swimming in and out the coral
It's like looking at a painting

There are so many places that i could fly
When I'm in my dream
The world is so full of wonderful things
I only wish I could see them 

There is so little time on earth 
We can not see it all, 
But we can dream a wonderful dream 
And hope our dreams come true 


Susan gage

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Spring Is Just Round the Corner

Spring is just round the corner 

As winter goes and spring arrives
The daffodils they dance in the sun
The breeze blow the tree tops 
As the birds sing there morning song

The flowers come out and spread there colour
And Roses of wonderful perfume 
Daffodils dance in the breeze
And the bluebells ring like heavenly bells 

As Mother Nature ,comes alive, 
It burst into song
Spring it yields so many things ,
It's the best season of all

And all the trees are bursting into leaf
They burst so quick you can't see
It's time for new and rabbits are born
The lambing time is here, 

I can't wait for spring to come, 
when every thing is new
When all the plants are just budding 
And the blossom is in bloom.

Every thing seems so clean
It's fresh all covered in dew, 
And as the early morning rises
The mist flows slowly across the dune 

The gentle tide roll in
And the sun rises over the sea
The fishing boats were launched early 
Out catching fish for tea

Along the path  the primrose blooms 
A tiny lemon flower , 
so delicately it moves In the breeze 
It dances the morning ballet

The path I walk whines through the wood, 
My little dog loves her walk 
She plays among the bluebells
While they ring like church bells

And way above the canopy 
The birds begin to nest 
As they rush around to fine 
Twigs to build there nest

Every thing comes alive In spring time
It's the season when all is new, 
It's clean ,
it fresh ,
and bright .



Susan gage ??

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Music In the Trees

Music in the trees

I woke up early one morning,
Just as the sun did rise 
The mist was slowly moving 
Across the fields In sight 
My little dog was happy 
Greeting with excite
She's wagging her tail to tell me 
She want to go out side 

We walked along a muddy path 
With tree on both sides 
I looked up as the sun shone through 
What an amazing sight
There's dewdrops on the branches 
And webs been cleverly spun
The morning birds are singing 
I can hear them every one

My little dogs impatient 
She wants to run and play 
And walking down this little path 
Theres a river hidden away
We sat and rest on a grassy bank 
As we watch the river flow
The ripples of the water 
Ran softly over the stone
 
I sat and listened quietly 
The music all around, 
the bird song and the water, 
The creaking of a brunch 
The rustle of the field mouse 
Running through the leaves 
They each and every one 
Play a note of melody

The music that comes from with in the wood 
Is a orchestra of its own
The wood it self  it comes alive 
With each and every note,
I sit here it so peaceful,
My little dog by my side 
She sits here very quiet
I wonder what's on her mind

I pray to God and thank him
For every music note 
For if there were no trees and streams 
Or creatures with In a wood,
We'd have no music notes 
To make an orchestra 
Our world would be a silent one 
With out gods creature here 

Sue Gage ??

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My Exercise Bikes

My Bike exercise Ride

I have a bike , that stand still 
No matter how much I peddle
But when Im riding this bike ,
I'm off in a dream a yonder 

Im off to all the places 
That I would love to go
I ride my bike to the sea
And all the way home

I go up in the mountains
And the cloud is down below
the sun shines all the time 
And there's snow all around

I love to ride my bike 
It takes me to my dreams 
I so enjoy my morning ride 
In among the trees

All the tracks around the wood 
And though the tall bracken
The birds sing amongst the trees 
And the woodpecker keeps knocking

And on a new dawn when I'm wide awake 
I can cycle  to the lakes 
There's  Rhododendrons  all in bloom 
A bright purple shower 

the water ripples in the breeze
And hovering just above 
Is the most beautiful dragon fly 
It's blue and green and silver 

And flying over the Lillie pads 
Are tiny knatts all hovering
And all the lilies are out in bloom
A wonderful pink splender 
 
I can go off into town 
In all the hustle and bustle 
And stop and talk to any one 
And talk about the weather 

The market stalls are so busy 
Selling  there fruit and veg
There's lots of bargains you can buy 
My dream just carries on 

And As I peddle off again , 
I'm think we're to go, 
I can go any where 
My dreams would like to go

And even though I'm standing still
You only have to close your eyes 
And dream of all the places 
Your exercise bike might ride

Susan Gage.










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Sitting Here This Morning

Sitting here this morning 

Sitting here this morning, 
In the conservatory 
Here I am all wrapped up 
Not feeling the cold ,

I have my heating on, 
And am grateful for what I have 
But the sad thing is 
Not every ones like me 

The out side world is so cold
There's snow upon the ground
The wind in blowing a gale 
How lucky I'm inside

Sitting here I wonder while all comfy and warm 
What would life be like If I was not so lucky 
I look into the garden 
There's snow upon the ground
I know that there are lots 
Sleeping in the cold

Underneath a bridge some where
In a door way if there lucky 
With out heating food or care 
How are they to survive 
With snow upon the ground 
No food or hot tea , 
I bet they wish They got a blanket
In the cold and the wind

I only wish this country 
Would sort them selves out 
And help these poor people 
And give them warmth and food 
There most likely waiting 
These people with out a roof
For a food bank to open 
And a little warmth 

I hope and pray that some day
That thing will change a lot 
And every one will be like me 
And have a roof and warmth
Have food inside there bellies 
It's not a lot to ask
Before they die from the cold 
And become just a number 

No matter how we try to help 
these poor people still go hungry 
The main Ones that can do good 
Is this government,
To build more houses for the ones 
That have no roof or food, 
So no one will have to sleep 
Underneath a bridge, 

So when you have a little while 
Just say a small pray 
One for being greatfull and the other for the poor 


Susan gage

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Mr Parky ,

It's six months since I was told
That Parkinson's was my ill
It's taken over all I have
It's made me very ill

It's taking its time to get use to
And sort out all the pills 
As they make me feel so sick
I can't do nothing at all

My body aches from top to toe 
And I feel stiff as a board
I find it hard to stand and walk
I wobble over the floor

He plays away with my mined
He moves my things all day
He's so annoying to have around
He  confuses me all day

I make a drink and sit and rest
A nice coffee will do
But by the time I get to sit 
A latte I do have 

I shake a bit and Tremble
And do the Rock and roll
I have no need to exercise
He does it all 

The morning passes by 
Iv done nothing at all
I sit here and think 
How much I have to do

The morning has been wasted
And lunch time. Has arrived
My appetite has long gone
I hardly eat a crumb 

But Mr Parky as I call him
He can go to hell
He isn't going to take my life
And all the things I love

He's a strange man he is
He lets me have a while 
Of feeling good and healthy
Just for a few hours

I start to think What can I do , 
there's so much I have missed 
Il bake a cake and make some jam 
And enjoy the afternoon

Then he's back he gets so bored
He starts all over again
He think its funny 
And that he will win 
He just won't leave me alone

But he's got a big surprise 
I'm tougher than he thinks 
No way will he keep bullying me
As I want to live

So when he comes and he is bored 
I'm going to give him a surprise 
 I'm going to kick him up his ass
And give him a taste of my life, 


Sue gage ??
A Parkinson's suffer

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Spring Is Poking Through

Iv planted up my garden 
To let nature drift in
And slowly it will blossom 
As if a paint brush has filled it in

There's daffodils and tulips
That dance In The sun, 
And little pansies with little smiling faces

There's roses and in the air 
there sweet perfume drifts so far
The blue bells that is blue as sky 
And when In Full bloom it comes a live

bumble bee  buzzing in and out the flowers
And up in the budlier  tree, 
All of purple and white 
Is such a beautiful sight 
Are butterfly's dancing in the breeze

I hear the song of spring 
As the black bird wakes me early
It's song takes your breath away 
It's so relaxing

The blue tits now are nesting 
In there little boxes
Black birds are finding worms 
I have disturbed while digging

This time of year is so clean and fresh 
With spring rain and rainbows
It's the time of year , we're new life is born
In trees and all gods creatures,

So as the breeze blows the cob webs away 
And winter is now over, 
We can look forward to a world 
Full of song and colour , 

Susan Gage??

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Behind the Stars

Behind the Stars 


As I lay beneath the stars, 
I wonder we're are we from, 
we're just a tiny speck of dust , 
Compared to what's up there

The heavens are so vast, 
It's never got an end
But there's some thing beautiful 
In the darkness of outer space,

The planets that all shine
There stars that twinkle in the dark 
Even the moon comes alive, 
It lights the way at night

There's a wonderful place behind the stars 
It's called heaven 
It's were we go when it's time 
To meet all our loved ones 

It's hidden up there in space, 
You never know it's there 
Until the golden gates are open , 
And your invited in

And when you enter through that door
The peace there's nothing like it
It's an over whelming feeling 
Of life as you have never known it

The sky so blue , and the sun shines bright
the air is so fresh, there's fields of green 
And lakes of blue , 
and flowers of all colours, 

We're butterfly's and bumble bees 
are in and out each flower
The sky's so full of bird, 
In all sorts  of colour, 

And all the souls in heaven, 
Are angels with there wings 
The music it's so soft, as they all sing
I am happy here looking up at the stars, 
But one day that door will open , 
And all my loved ones that have passed 
And all my little pets , Will be waiting there 
To meet me ,    when I'm ready, 

Susan Gage

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Tuit

Tuit

How often are the words said 
As soon as I get tuit, 
Have you ever sat and thought 
When your get round tuit 

While we lead such busy lives, 
We have no time to stop 
And sit and take a look at life 
Before it is to late 

No one knows the future 
We only look at today, 
And because we never think of time 
Soon it drifts away 

And if you don't take time in life 
To do the thing you want, 
Then one day you will awake 
And find your TUIT gone 

I never thought about my tuits 
I was to busy in the pass, 
then one day it was to late 
My tuit had gone, 

So when your rushing round all day 
And haven't got the time 
Just remember your tuits 
And make your dreams come true 
As if you never stop and think 
Your wake up and find your Tuit gone

Susan Gage