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Hazel with her parents and sister Muriel

Escape

Warm days of summer,
Wandering through dusty lanes,
Strange! I can only remember the warm days,
When I escape back to childhood.Winter snow crisp and even,
Bright starry nights of frosty magic,
Strange! I can only remember
The clear bright skies of winter,
When I escape back to childhood.The sound of your voices,
the laughter, the play,
The crimson of a summer dawn,
In the whizzing of a pleasant wind,
Whispering across the hills
I remember you all,
In my escape back to childhood
By Hazel McIntyre

Beginnings

When years seem to disappear
Like leaves in an Autumn gale,
And in the dark days
When layers of cloud
Obscure and drain all colour
from the landscape.
Nothing can take away,
Memory of a perfect day
And a bright beginning.

Hazel with her brothers and sisters

The late William James McIntyre
Hazel's brother
Died in Australia aged 29

In Memory

The chilly bite of a winter dawn on the deserted
shore,
Only my own footprints on the hard firm sand.
How many prints of those that trod before me?
Have been long since washed clean,
Ahead of the ceaselessly, timeless rushing tide.

Gaping Holes where your
Twinkling glass
Once reflected light.
Your once thatched roof
Just a gaping space.

Your garden wall
outlined above
The overgrown briars.
Imagine you as you
once were?
The sound of
children at play

Your roof space
neatly thatched,
The scent from your
turf fire waffs
Though the air

Your garden now,
a row of neat
corn stacks
Tightly secured
against winter storm,
And you twinkling
glass windows again;
Reflect the evening
light.
Hazel McIntyre

Shore

The chilly bite of a winter dawn on the
deserted shore.
Only my own footprints
on the hard firm sand.
How many prints of those that trod before me?
Have been long since washed clean,
Ahead of the ceaselessly, timeless rushing tide.

©Hazel McIntyre