My Granddads Poem For Abbey’s boys Jamie and Milli Hey you two, slow down Your Granddad can’t keep up You’ve been quick out of the
Give me, give me God’s own country! there to live and there to die, God’s own country! fairest region resting ‘neath the southern sky, God’s own country! framed by Nature in her grandest, noblest mould; Land of peace and land of plenty, land of wool and corn and gold!
Sadly it was this same young man who didn’t seem to have a care in the world who didn’t turn up for work one Saturday morning. He had committed suicide the night before after his shift.
It’s hard to understand why God led him by the hand
Up to Heaven
But deep inside we know it was a better place to go
Time is measured by the once
but pleasure by the pound
We forsake the hour’s warning tide
Cries of anguish spout forth in fear
Who can I believe?
The postman is my wife’s best friend
My heartache a banker’s leer
Written for the One I Love When darkness fadesAnd glory shines you open your eyes and hope to find A starling on your pillowA
Try as you may you can’t find a country as fresh, vibrant and enticing as New Zealand. I know its hard to put it into