Mull & Iona

Musings

Dust.

Dust if you must
But wouldn’t it be better
to paint a picture, or write a letter,
Make a card, or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference between want and need.

Dust if you must
But there is not time
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear and books to read,
Friends to cherish and a life to lead.

Dust if you must
But bear in mind
Old age will come and it’s not kind,
And when you go, and go you must,
You yourself will make more dust.

THE WRITING GROUP

I'm not an avid reader
and I don't hold much prowess,
For big words and phrases
I really could care less.

I can't quote you the greats,
Or remember who wrote that,
And my knowledge of the factual
Is amazingly unremarkable.

Let me loose on a theme,
for example, one's reflection,
And I'll create a story
Going off in different direction.

So I thank you for your patience
And your positive, friendly advice.
You've made me feel so comfortable
To write whatever I like.

By Beverley Maidment