PERFECT PEACE
No breeze or zephyr blows, everywhere is still,
The lake is a mirror giving us a double thrill
Of the beauty that we see, birds make no sound,
Perfect silence and stillness everywhere is found.
The trees as still as sentries as if on guard for all,
The remaining leaves seemed to have ceased to fall,
Nothing stirs just the occasional quiet noise of man,
Morning came in silent grace as the new day began.
Gazing out of the window the scene filled me with peace,
I did not want to move, I did not want the quiet to cease,
The silence of some sacred and sanctified , holy place,
A time when heaven bestowed us with her sweet grace.
Still no breezes or zephyrs blow the world is standing still,
How long will it last I wonder, what is the Father’s will?
Even the squarking seagulls look like statues still as stone,
Now all is shattered as a goods train horn has been blown.
The seagulls scream their displeasure but settle down again,
After the grumbling of the extra long clanking goods train
Has faded and silence rests once more on this quiet place,
And a placid smile returns to many a world weary face.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 22 October 2005