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Getting Old
As I sit all alone in my old rocking chair -
No one to talk to and no one to care.
I gaze at the stars up in the sky,
And I think of the years that have quickly flown by.
But my heart feels so young and full of life,
I want to sing to fill my life.
But as the years roll on, you can still have fun
If you don't sit at home feeling glum.
Just get up and make yourself move,
Join in the fun and get in the groove.
And sing along with all of the gang,
Then this party will always go with a bang.
by Fred Harper
Wildlife
As this rain is falling from the sky
I look through my window and wonder why
It keeps on raining all the time.
I look for the sun it will not shine.
The little birds perch in the trees
Waiting for the storm to ease.
But wait... the sun is shining through
We all feel better now the storm has passed
And now the birds are eating their food, at last.
The squirrels run around at play
And hope the rain will stay away.
The trees stand tall and slim
As the squirrels leap from limb to limb
They chase each other all around
And then they’re back down on the ground.
They run around in all their haste
As though they have no time to waste.
But when it comes to half past four
You do not see them anymore.
By Fred Harper
The Little Garden
We have a little garden
Outside the lounge door
It badly needs digging
But no-one can do it anymore.
It’s been like this for quite some time
Shabby and run down
It’s not been nice to look at
When people sit around.
But now at last we have two friends
Who will pay to have it put right
And make the garden what it was
So colourful and bright.
So we thank you Iris and Wally
You are people with a very good cause
And now I ask each and everyone
To give them a big round of APPLAUSE.
By Fred Harper
Let's Get Together
It was on a very wet day, one Friday afternoon -
I went to the lounge - it's a very big room.
There I met a lady, her name was Dee,
She is trying to make us all, feel free.
Free of worries, trouble and strife,
To help us have a better life.
We do different things to show we have skills,
It takes our minds off any ills.
We have a break for biscuits and tea,
Thanks to our host, whose name is Dee.
Sometimes she plays music for us all to singalong
Even though sometimes, we don't know the lyrics of the song
But we all try to sing to the music she plays
It gives us a lift to get through the day
But when all is done and things put away and nothing to see - I would like to say a very big thanks,
To a lady called Dee.
by Fred Harper (03/03/2014)