British Summertime
You put the clocks forwards,
You put the clocks back,
How are we meant to keep on
track?
The morning will now be
light,
And the evenings dark!
How are we meant to get it
all right?
Why can’t we just leave the
clocks alone?
Twenty four hours is all we
have when all’s said and done.
Twenty four hours in each and
every day
Is quite enough for anyone,
I’d say,
The clocks were put back last
night—
Today has been so long,
although it had shorter hours of light!
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Dear Whispers Family,
It is a pleasure to share another poem
in tribute to Beth. Sadly, we said good-bye to her in October. Beth embraced the Whispers community,
supporting and caring about others with her kind heart. She was a blessing in my life. Beth shared her gift of words for monthly
activities, collaborative poems, individual poems, and uplifting comments for
other writers. She was our September Poet of the Month, an honor she richly deserved.
She touched my heart. Thank you, to her husband, Geoff, and Jack Horne for allowing
me the honor of publishing this poem. --Karen O'Leary, Editor
As Geoff said, you're keeping Beth's name out there. Thanks so much, my friend xx
ReplyDeleteDear Jack,
ReplyDeleteThank you for making it possible to continue to share Beth's work. In addition to being a talented writer she was a kindhearted woman who was quick to support and encourage others. Through her words she lives on.
Blessings,
Karen
Jack and Karen,
ReplyDeleteThanks for keeping Beth's words alive! She is surely missed!
Your fried,
David Fox
Beth's lovely words live on for all to enjoy. Thanks for sharing her poem with us Karen. Chris~
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