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The Forest of Dreams

The Forest of Dreams

By Scott Bailey 2015

Dark, thick between the trees
No light shines off
The dull black armour
Of the horseman as he rides
Slow through the forest of dreams.

Pale the winding path
The black knight follows
His weary steed plods steadfast
As it’s burden heavy grows
Head hung low

This quest was not the glory
He dreamed of in his youth
Like the birds that flew this morning
On dreams that seemed to be
A promise of life and growth

He followed the flighty birds
As they danced upon his dreams
Into this tree locked realm
And the winding path so thin
They drew him deeper in

And the vines of need reached out
With curled dependency
Wrapped around his limbs, his heart
Sinking deep their thorns
The pain shook him from his dreams

To the vines he must cling
To keep his dreams at bay
Though they drag him deeper down
And hamper his faltering way
They are a part of him

He no longer sees the birds
Riding on his dreams
Now he knows the awful truth
That only dragons truly fly
The dragons he should slay

He could unsheath his sword
These vines to cut
Roar fire and leap to the sky
Instead he forges onward
To endure until he dies

In response to the daily prompt Shine

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Posted in Creative Writing, General, Poetry, Writing

The Forest of Dreams

The Forest of Dreams

By Scott Bailey 2015

Dark, thick between the trees
No light shines off
The dull black armour
Of the horseman as he rides
Slow through the forest of dreams.

Pale the winding path
The black knight follows
His weary steed plods steadfast
As it’s burden heavy grows
Head hung low

This quest was not the glory
He dreamed of in his youth
Like the birds that flew this morning
On dreams that seemed to be
A promise of life and growth

He followed the flighty birds
As they danced upon his dreams
Into this tree locked realm
And the winding path so thin
They drew him deeper in

And the vines of need reached out
With curled dependency
Wrapped around his limbs, his heart
Sinking deep their thorns
The pain shook him from his dreams

To the vines he must cling
To keep his dreams at bay
Though they drag him deeper down
And hamper his faltering way
They are a part of him

He no longer sees the birds
Riding on his dreams
Now he knows the awful truth
That only dragons truly fly
The dragons he should slay

He could unsheath his sword
These vines to cut
Roar fire and leap to the sky
Instead he forges onward
To endure until he dies

www.scottandrewbailey.uk

Posted in General, Poetry, Writing

The Forest of Dreams

The Forest of Dreams

By Scott Bailey 2015

Dark, thick between the trees
No light shines off
The dull black armour
Of the horseman as he rides
Slow through the forest of dreams.

Pale the winding path
The black knight follows
His weary steed plods steadfast
As it’s burden heavy grows
Head hung low

This quest was not the glory
He dreamed of in his youth
Like the birds that flew this morning
On dreams that seemed to be
A promise of life and growth

He followed the flighty birds
As they danced upon his dreams
Into this tree locked realm
And the winding path so thin
They drew him deeper in

And the vines of need reached out
With curled dependency
Wrapped around his limbs, his heart
Sinking deep their thorns
The pain shook him from his dreams

To the vines he must cling
To keep his dreams at bay
Though they drag him deeper down
And hamper his faltering way
They are a part of him

He no longer sees the birds
Riding on his dreams
Now he knows the awful truth
That only dragons truly fly
The dragons he should slay

He could unsheath his sword
These vines to cut
Roar fire and leap to the sky
Instead he forges onward
To endure until he dies

Posted in General, Poetry, Writing

Father Son Time

Oops – realised that my post today was a draft and therefore was not quite the haiku it should have been. (Not enough syllables!) OK it’s not strictly a haiku anyway but the update obeys the structure at least now I have updated it.

Anyway. Didn’t have a lot of time to write today and took a break over the weekend – having managed to get two poems ahead on Friday and save them :-). I think the lack of writing over those two days made me my imagination a bit stilted today, plus feeling a little under the weather.

Had a good weekend though. Rachel was deeply engrossed with doing essays and preparing for her final observation on her course this weekend. She had so much to do and has put so much hard work into this that we decided to stay on and let her concentrate solely on that. So this meant a whole weekend of Alexander and Daddy playtime!

Apart from playing knights – guess what gave him the greatest pleasure… empty cardboard boxes. Oh and using daddy as a climbing frame.

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He was much better behaved this weekend, most likely due to having a lot of attention. He was lot less well behaved tonight and was quite mean to his newest little friend who he has taken to playing with a lot.

He has a very strong character and I love that about him. He has strengths that I certainly did not have when I was younger and that I wish I did have at that age, For that reason I don’t want to be too harsh with him a drive those strength out. But it doesn’t worry me sometimes that he can be a bit too domineering – and that could lead to bullying. And I wonder where it comes from.

Maybe he is just pushing boundaries. Perhaps there are still effect from losing a brother that yet to surface. It’s always on his mind as he talks t us about it.

Or maybe he is just a four year old boy 🙂

Whatever the case – a weekend of quality time makes your really appreciate how wonderful he is.

When he grow’s up and reads all this as I am sure he will one day – I hope he can see how much we love him and am trying to do our best to support him.

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Memorial Stone

We decided to try and have a slow relaxed and easy day today as far as is possible with a four year old.

We needed supplies for the fish tank so popped to a garden centre to get some bits and had a quick bite to eat there.

Then we went to the SANDS baby memorial garden as Lucas’ stone has now been laid. It is a very lovely and peaceful place of reflection. Looking forward to the official opening in July. The garden is somehow a more positive place than the graveside – but I think both are needed.

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The rest of the day was then coming home and mowing the lawn. Alexander’s friend from next door came in for a while and played with his knights.

I then has the chance to get another poem done and try to sort out some of the photos from the weekend.

One plus was that my diagnosis of the latest problem we have seen at work turned out to be spot on once the hardware had been examined. Opens a whole new can of worms though.

 

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Knight School

Took another trip to our favourite castle (Leeds) where they had a knight school. They had all the kids in an area where they played the English at Agincourt. What I didn’t foresee was that they roped in the dads to play the French! Still good fun was had by all!600441_10151222636978452_1610893976_n 283705_10151222631483452_846806327_n 600751_10151222614543452_1927010151_n