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I Feel So Happy Today I feel so happy today I think I might go out and play The trees are green The grass is fluorescent The sky is blue There is a lot to do Things are going my way I feel so happy today Its a lovely day I feel so happy today The birds are singing The church bells are ringing It is a lovely day I feel so gracious and proud A lot is allowed I feel so happy today I think things might be going my way The sun is burning My happiness is returning I feel so happy today I think I might go out and play My way its a lovely day I feel so happy today I think I might go out and play By Anthony Bardsley October 2005
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MOTHER I REMEMBER MY MOTHER I WOULD NOT ASK FOR ANOTHER, A MOTHER SO DEAR SO NICE AND SINCERE. A GEM FROM THE ISLE, YOU HAD A LOVELY SMILE, DRESSED IN SATIN AND LACE, YOU HAD A CERTAIN STYLE. A MOTHER TRUE AND TRUE NO-ONE COULD HATE YOU, YOU TAUGHT ME TO LOVE A GIFT FROM ABOVE, YOU NEVER GAVE IN YOU TOOK IT ON THE CHIN, I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER A MOTHER LIKE YOU, I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN ON MY FINAL BREATH, IN HEAVEN WITH A SMILE By Anthony Warren Bardsley MOTHER click play button for streaming audio
THE WORKER The worker tends the land. He sows the seed, he wets the sand. He clears the path. He mows the grass. He digs the field, he yields the grass. The worker works from morn till night. Starlight, sunbright. The gardener digs the soil. From night till dawn there's toil. He sweats till noon, at the sundune. In the middle of June, he harvests till noon. Tonight he harvests! By Anthony Warren Bardsley.
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NATURE The Swallows flying in the air. Sparrows dipping their beaks in the puddles on the ground. Snails walking through the ground making a very slow sound. Doves flying in the air. Animals hibernating without a care. Bats flying in the air, hunting for worms in the ground. Dancing in the ground. Shrubs growing all along the path. Gardeners having their last laugh. Through their share, birds in the air eating their share. Tramps in the city dirtying their care. Nature is cruel so just beware. By ANTHONY WARREN BARDSLEY
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THE ROMILEY TREK I went for a walk around Romiley. I saw the lovely trees, I went past the Romiley Forum, I went through the park, On the swings and roundabout. I went on the slide. I played football, I bought some lemonade and some sweets, and a packet of crisps. It was a lovely day, It was very warm and sunny. The park was green, the trees were brown. The wooden bench was brown. The birds were flying in the sky. The dogs were barking. It was a lovely day in the park. The rain had fallen overnight and the sparrows were splashing around. The water was transparent It was lovely and fresh. Fresh enough to drink. The birds were sipping the water, The worms were bobbing out, The ants were crawling, The snails were sliding. I like Romiley, there are lots of hills and lovely scenery. Werneth Low is very high up, There are Kestrels there, Swallows and Swifts. The grass is green, the hills are pleasant. Werneth Low is the start of the Pennines. I like the blue sky. By Anthony Warren Bardsley
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IN THE MENTAL HOME In the Mental Home I saw funny faces. People doped on drugs, and different races. Strangest people, and mental cases. White collar workers helping the lame. All the people so insane. All have trouble with the pain. Different troubles, sunshine and rain. Slowly walking down the ward, Doctors hand out their pills. Straitjacket cases, sitting on rugs, sitting down on couches. Drinking tea on footstools and dressing down ladies. Night cases, all people crying with care. Remember people in care, beware! By Anthony Warren Bardsley
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PEACE IS LOVE Peace is sweet, peace is grand, Peace is loving, when we understand. Peace is love, peace is good, Peace is sweet, peace is loving. In a family, peace is me, peace is you. Peace is knowing what to do. Peace is loving, peace is sharing, Peace is loving, peace is caring. Peace is wise, peace is knowledge. Peace is loving yourself, peace is God, Peace is Christ, peace is lord. Peace comes from your mother’s umbilical cord. Peace is God, peace is best. Peace is having a good night’s rest. Peace is free, peace is love, Peace comes from heaven above. But most of all Peace is Love. By Anthony Warren Bardsley
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THE BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY My Sister is a beautiful butterfly, She ascended from the Earth. She’s happy now in Heaven, She was so down to earth. Florence was a special person, She was a guiding light, Sometimes she suffered, She always did what was right. I know she’s free. My sister is a butterfly. She’s no longer a caterpillar, She finally won the fight. She is a beautiful butterfly, She’s finally taken flight. To my beautiful sister Florence 1956-2002 Love Anthony By Anthony Warren Bardsley
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ROMILEY ARMS
I took a walk around Romiley Arms, walking down Chadkirk Farms. Fat bellied men drinking whisky and beer, chasing away their sufferings. Landlady serving behind the bar, serving whisky and neat. Watching the traffic clear. Children in the school, dancing in the garden. Walking with a slogan on their cardigans. By Anthony Warren Bardsley (March 2008) ROMILEY ARMS click play button for streaming audio
MANCHESTER LAD Manchester lad! You’re not so bad. A lovely lad. Manchester, you’re a different breed, walking down Manchester Square. The Lancashire hills and the Cotton mills, from the Manchester over spills. Down Albert Square, so cocky without a care. Manchester Piccadilly and Victoria Station, straight down the street with a high imagination. Making music with the local talent, café in the street, new wave music in the chippy. Walking down the street without a care. You’re such a good lad it’s such a pity. You’re a pop star in the city, watching Manchester City. By Anthony Warren Bardsley (March 2008)
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PAIN Pain in my eyes, Pain in my smile, Pain in my style, Pain in my heart. Pain because I’m smart. Pain in my face, Pain in my soul, Pain in my confidence, Pain in my esteem. Pain is not what it seems. Pain in my laughter, Pain in my fears, Pain in my punishment, Pain in my soul, Pain in my triumph. Pain in my goal, Pain in my stupidness, Pain in my heart, Pain from the start. Pain because I’m small. By Anthony Warren Bardsley
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