The words, poems, stories and thoughts of award winning writer and journalist, Nic Outterside
By these sandstone walls
My life unfolds
In colours of love
The white May blossom
The lilac hops
The pink cherry flowers
Under a blue sky above
By the fields of rape
My life unfolds
In colours of pain
The black crow flies
The grey clouds
The poppies red
Upon opened sacks of grain
By the wind whispered Wold
My life unfolds
In colours of life
The azure horizon
The creamy cotton
The emerald field
Its beauty cuts like a knife
The brush strokes of the passing day
Paint his life in shades of grey
The clock it ticks each fading hour
As his life withers like a dying flower
A road less travelled lies ahead
Finding a place to rest his head
The old brown moss, the limestone comb
The wooded glen where wild cats roam
The final doorway to his life appears
Colours saturate the passing years
Red of anger and deep blue pervade
Under the bent willow he’ll find his shade
No Time to Think 