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When we all stand together.
The 8th of October,
Will always be a sombre day,
When we all stand together,
With family and friends to pray.
For on this day we lost someone special,
And it really makes us all feel sad,
A great Husband , Grancher and Uncle,
But ultimately an amazing Dad.
Mervyn worked upon the Railway,
As a manager for Signalling & Telecoms,
He would often walk the Severn Tunnel and tracks,
To check that nothing was ever wrong.
He was also a Fireman at Abercynon,
Volunteering as a Retained,
Becoming a Sub Officer,
And the respect which he gained.
Although it's only 2 years gone,
We will remember our times together,
Because those who we have loved and lost,
Are in our hearts and minds forever.
Written by David Boyce
8 October 2014
In loving memory of my Father in law
Mervyn Glyndwr Howells .
Bereavement can affect you.
Your mind is in a sea of tranquillity,
Feels as if it's slowly bobbing along,
Although you remember the happy times,
Smiling just feels so wrong.
People visit like a flock of loving angels,
With the messages they bring,
And the comfort and happiness,
You will feel so deep within.
With the love and hurt,
You still feel deep inside,
Although there are so many days,
You have sat down and just cried.
Your emotions may erupt,
Without any signs or warnings,
Because your anger is pent up,
And you need to start mourning.
Bereavement can affect you,
In so many different ways,
If you think you may need help,
Please stand up and just say.
Written by David Boyce
18 October 2014
Autumn to spring.Autumn is now upon us,
The clouds are looking more grey,
The mornings are becoming bitter cold,
And getting worst each day. The multi-coloured leaves on trees,
Covering the ground when they are shed,
The trees start looking bare again,
Many seem as if they are dead . The leaves and fruit which fall,
Will decompose into the ground,
This will help feed the vegetation through winter,
And the plants which are all around. This will help the trees to flourish,
And later rejuvenate in spring,
When the fallen fruit starts to root and sprout,
With more plant life now beginning.
Written by David Boyce
28 October 2014
The haze and mist.The haze and mist on the winters morning,
Making the views look sheer,
Sometimes it lays for miles,
And your focus is unclear. The views may look dramatic,
Like a wondrous piece of art,
But the dangers lurking are hidden,
Which could break many people's hearts . The mist lays on the fields,
Looking like a blanket of white,
An amazing photographic scenery,
And a beautiful natural sight. The haze and misty mornings,
Cover mountain tops out of sight,
Hidden dangers can be treacherous,
Even when the days are light.
Written by David Boyce
29 October 2014
My Mam Jackie.My mam is a marvel,
One of life's hidden gems,
I would write down all the good things I could,
But I don't have time for all of them. My mam really looked after us,
When we were really ill,
With all the cwtches and motherly love,
She gave us all the will. My mam will say she isn't special,
But her family will disagree,
Because she loves us all the same,
Wherever we may be. My mam is an angel,
Sent to us in disguise,
But I don't need to tell you all,
Because this is no surprise. My mam is full of energy,
And always on the go,
When anyone is in need of help,
She will rarely say No ! To many she is just Jackie,
But she has made us what we are,
So as a Special thank you,
I say to Mam, You are a Star ! Written by David Boyce
31 October 2014
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We Will Remember Them We remember our forefathers and family,
The heroes and the brave,
Who went to war to fight for our futures,
And their own lives they gave. Many put onto small boats,
To make it easier to land,
But they were killed by snipers,
Before they could feel the sand. With barbed wire fences unreeled,
Mortar bombs hitting the ground,
The explosions and screams of terror,
Coming from those all around. They battled through water, towns and fields,
Many had to then build a trench,
Some living months with their fallen comrades,
Smells of decomposition and toilet stench. Many battled through without malice,
After seeing loved ones killed or maimed,
So we will stand to salute them all today,
And for all who were named. For those who fought beside them,
Standing there so proud,
" We will remember them "
We will all say out loud !
Written by David Boyce
10 November 2014
But not every day is a dream.
I drive around the welsh valleys,
In rain, fog or sun,
It sometimes becomes boring,
Because they work us like it's fun.
The work is often quite repetitive,
Doing the same routes every day,
But the seasons help what you see outside,
In so many different ways.
Some think the driver's job is easy,
But we need to really concentrate,
When you're in a driving cab all day,
It's something some can grow to hate.
It is not as easy as people may think,
To some it's a childhood dream come true,
But to pass the tests you need to learn loads,
About the technical things we need to do.
We have to learn lots of Rules and Regulations,
Strict Drink and Drugs policies they stipulate,
They also have tight timetables to run,
So you cannot come into work late.
You need to work well as an individual,
And be part of a bigger team,
Driving trains is a well-paid job,
But not every day is a dream.
Written by David Boyce
10th November 2010
Life is a big learning curve. We live in hope every day,
With so many things we need to learn,
We work each day so we can live,
With so much money we need to earn. We go through each and every day,
Learning vital lessons as we go,
We test our own inhibitions and strengths ,
To check what we already know. We use all of our senses,
To help us complete our tasks,
When you have learnt enough,
You will no longer need to ask. Life is a big learning curve,
On life's road we need to travel,
Some tasks are more difficult to understand,
And some things we need to unravel.
Written by David Boyce
23 November 2014
As the New Year approaches. As the New Year approaches,
Your stomach wrenches inside,
All you really want to do,
Is close the door and hide. Even though you have your family and friends,
Sometimes they don't understand,
You want to just be left alone,
And put your head in the sand. A loss can really hurt you,
In so many different ways,
You will smile cos you feel you have to,
Then have your unhappy days. As the New Year approaches,
And you drowned your sorrows,
Shed some tears for the past,
And smile for happier tomorrows. Written by David Boyce
12 December 2014
That time of year.
Winter is that time of year, With lots of rain and frost, We think of those we love, And all those we have lost.
We remember all the fun times, When they were still around, Walking in the winter months, And snow falling on the ground.
We think of them at Christmas, Putting up the tree with trimmings on, Remembering all the happy times, With those who have sadly gone.
We think of them when writing things, The Christmas present tags and cards, It can fill you with emotions, And it hits you really hard.
Christmas is a Joyous time, There is nothing to fear, Whilst they are in your hearts and memories, They will always be near.
Written by David Boyce 12 December 2014
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