The
New Eccles Hall School
What give you the right to misjudge me
And put me upon the wall
Acting as if you understand me but the
Reality is you just don’t know me at all
Sometimes I cant help but wonder if this is how
It is meant to be
But if you look deep in your soul you will
Always have a reminder of me.
Do you feel isolated?
Can you not feel the calm rain?
No, its dark, quiet.
Where is the fresh colour?
Where is that bright light?
Could it be in the calm rain tonight?
Now all I feel is relaxing wind. Its on my face.
Where are we going
To the rocky hill or towards that bright light?
Golden it is. Let me touch it
To see I have been blessed with this gift.
As I was walking through the mountains
I felt it was peaceful, quite new.
The mountains are very peaceful
The rivers are silvery
The villages are quiet, sleeping village.
The mountains are windy calm
The view is very peaceful quiet
The land is golden green
The mountains are very rocky mountains
Mountainous is the local landscape,
Wet and grey on one day,
Hot and golden drying the sodden,
The river Gushing through gully and gorge,
The wind whistles and wheezes through the
wooded hills,
and flows over the concealing camouflage
of bushes,
The isolated Islands of villages tucked
away,
They all see the same sunny or steel grey
day,
On a mountain top you see the lot,
A rushing river,
A scatter of secluded settlements,
And over the lot a big green and grey
distance,
Filled with tall mountain tops,
And far away a peasant spending his day,
All in the summer sun and shine,
And as I say another day,
The rain will beat the sun away,
Turning gold to grey,
And mountain peaks turn into big grey streaks,
The rushing river roars as it receives more
rain,
Sounding like an everlasting pane,
The rain will go the clouds will part ,
The landscape now filled with natural art.
As I walk through the green grass
Listening to the wind
Whistle through the blades of grass,
I see the rivers trickle through the hilly mountains.
Me, walking all alone in this isolated area.
As I stumble over the rocky hills
Noticing wooded areas inside.
Relaxing in this rural place
So remote from all life, pleasant and quiet.
I’ve never been to a place with so much delight.
Left to find my way back
With so much might .
This is the place where I must live and help people.
Think less of me and more of others .
Seeing the rain creeping in, a lovely rainbow with so
many colours.
Staring down into the deep deep valley seeing cars
passing by.
As I look
in her eyes I see
the fresh crisp
air above the
hills
When I see
her hair I
think of the
tall wooded mountains
above our heads.
I see her
skin
It
reminds me of
the lush fresh
rivers that flow
gently down
In between
the valleys and
green meadows of
the hills
I hear
her voice that sounds
Like the
rivers crashing against
the rocky rigid
sides of the
streams and rivers
The wind in
the trees so
golden green
When I see
her red hot
lips
They remind
me of the lush green
plants.
I see the
golden light from
her face.
There’s
a place I
know far away
only noticed in
her face.
I can hear the water rushes by.
The golden sun burst across the cold, calm rocks.
It makes me feel fresh and calm.
As I walked across the hilly mountains
The calm,
cool breeze brushes across the grass
As the little stream
rushes by me.
The horses are merry in the fields.
It feels so calm and right.
As I walked across, a can blows and rattles across
the dark grey street.
Children laughing, people talking.
The quaint little houses in the distance
As the world rushes by.
As I drive across the windy roads,
The car bends and twists.
The unexpected pitfalls on these narrow roads.
The road is hilly and very sad.
I feel tired and disappointed.
As I climb across the rocky wall,
The sun shines on the calm, cool, silvery stream.
I feel calm and cool at last.
I am at peace.
Off I go to start a new day again.
The Countryside around the Bridge
On the bridge I stand
Watching the silvery river flow
As it hits the rocks it changes its colour to a
bright white
Then it reflects the overhanging mountains as the
trees sway from side to side
Then the sun comes out and the silvery river shines
bright gold like a light shining through glass
Then we take a relaxing walk home to start a fresh
new day tomorrow.
Noise
As I was walking through the gorge
I saw a quaint group of cottages.
A noise from a garden far down in the valley.
It was a bunch of English kids.
Drilling trees and cutting wood.
I go a little further.
They’re building a playground for everybody’s good
In St. Bonnet de Montauroux
The morning’s calming colours are calling.
As you look out of the slightly bent windows
You can see the rocky , rugged ridges.
Look down and view the relaxing rolling river.
And then you prepare for the tiresome day.
As we drive around the winding twisty swirling roads
of the mountains
The bright blue skies, evergreen trees and
golden rivers closing towards the house
The lovely little isolated house
Upon the hill within the little village
Of St.Bonnet.
Dull dark browns
Sharp bright greens
Vast deep gorges
Light blue skies
Isolated hidden villages
Shiny golden waters
Bright crisp sunshine
High colourful hills
Rural rolling landscapes
Endless peaceful lanes
Quiet remote homes.
St. Bonnet
There is a quiet, peaceful village
Standing on a rock hard mountain
Volcanic stone houses emerge into the peaceful, clear
air.
Rivers meandering through the valley
Bright with water like silver
Wild, windy weather swiftly swirling through the trees.
Mystery
Under deep depths, dead and daunting, lies a village
Once hustling
and bustling. Never seen a scandal,
now deep down preserved in pleasant purples, golden
greens and belised blues.
A height of human progression permitted by a certain
profession
But the cost for this enhancement
Disappears in one second
For tomorrow we advance again and again
As I awake the quiet isolated town comes to wake from
their peaceful sleep
I can hear the silvery river slipping over the broken
rocks
The creatures hiding in the rural scenery
The golden shadows flicker from the bars in the door
come relaxing.
The smell of fresh rain tapping mud is very pleasant.
The green scenery waves from side to side
On top of the mountains by the bridge.
The light blue skies reflect off the chipped rocks .
Refresh and hope to start tomorrow positively.
Rivers meandering
From side to side.
Waterfalls gleaming
A crisp white glide.
Rural villages nestling
Calm and quaint.
Church bells echoing
For every saint.
