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Fearful Sheep

Your Gay So I’ll be Gay

You abort so I’ll abort

You’ll end life when you please

So will we, because we are sheep you see

Those trainers, not green flash

Mine must have a tick alas

I see you screen out babies in your land

Let’s do the same for some there is no demand

Lets all have a beard so we all look the same

Lets all play the copy game.

If you don’t follow you are out of touch

Your country must be backward still holding on to a crutch

Buy me A BMW so I can pretend I’ve done well

There are so many now, I need a quell

Who is a man and who is a sheep   

For the future of society, I do so weep  

One thing you will not take away from me is my democracy and my dignity

For freedom of speech is rumoured dead but not in my world and not in my head

WORLD DOWN SYNDROME DAY 2018

Stand Together

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTm1KM6ke88

70's Days

         
I keep on dwelling on the past
dreaming of a life that is no more

         
When TVs were black and white
Where Central Heating did not exist
We sat round a fire, toasting bread upon the open flame

Windows would rattle when cars went past,

Thin panes of glass, that couldn’t deter the frosty nights that led to 

the growth of stalagmites          

Black were the nights when the power was cut, candles flickered

We entertained ourselves with stories and song, warmed by    

blankets we sang along.

A Compendium of games was our Xbox. Blow football, Snakes and 

Ladders and Ludo games all played with the precious dice.

          

The mornings were cold and our coats were thick we would find joy 

poking ice with a stick.

Walking to school was the order of the day, dad took the car only   

one per family in those beautiful days.

School was small all Infants in one class, Juniors filled the other    

room and free milk came in glass.

Covered books, encyclopaedia and nature cards
Sums in pouches and ink wells on our desks, filled with pencil shavings               

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Dinner time and semolina, hot pot with a crust and rice

pudding with skin all served from a tin.

Into the playground we would go, all chalked out for skittle ball.

Footballs were leather and coated not, they got heavy when it 

rained a lot.

The bell would ring and we stood in line then we marched into the
classroom where Beta books would fill our time.

At the end of the day we would journey home
and on the way we would stop to spend our penny in the

sweet shop. A bubbly and quiz, 4 blackjacks or Mccowans chews

On special days we may get 3p to buy a packet of Spangles or
Strikers or a Sherbet dib dab. 

                
Alas it was time for our Tea, chips cooked in the frying pan

with some added treat like a slice of spam.

If we were good before we went to bed a crust of bread covered in  

jam would make us sleep like new born lambs.

      
               

            

          

         

Larkhill Quotes

Change is not about continually going round in a circle but about changing a circle into a square.

Regret is a sign of Weakness.

More Balls More Luck.

Poem of the Week

Dawn to Dusk

Dawn breaks the ice
As it melts in the glass through which I see,
My vision is sprinkled with the rain that wets my spirit
A ghostly shadow of what darkens my inner view

Scared not from the creeping loneliness of being in the company of others
People cannot read the emotions of the heart, they are hidden
They are locked in a casket made of memories
It cannot be what was once a dream, it cannot be.

Reach out and touch, feel the sense of longing that is out of reach
Stretch limbs to grasp the answers, questions that lie so deep will be answered
Darkness and the cold shaking caused by fear will pass
And the journey to the destination will come soon enough.

Dusk is fading the light as time moves on
Goodbye to the rain, the sun, the sea, the sand
Count your blessing on your fingers
Nightfall brings back your dreams.
Tomorrow is another day.

James Larkhill