Pete inspires everyone to create poetry, whether that be a rap to music, a group poem or something quieter and more personal and shares some of these fantastic words with you now.

A Winter Walk
Expressive bare branches reach out grasping the frost
We walk together wrapped up warm and happily lost
In the blustery cold pointing at diamonds and ferns on the window panes
The robin red breast sits on a fork as the farmer ploughs at the end of the lane,
Then home to a log fire and crumpets for tea
Butter drips down our chins – honey for you, strawberry jam for me,
Hot chocolate with cider brandy arranged on a tray
Then a doze with a friend at the end of the day.

Written with the residents at Cadogan Court Care Home




Frolicking lambs love the spring
Children play, church bells ring,
Fresh as a daisy over stones the river runs
Dancing to the tune of the hopeful rising sun,
A feeling of joyful elation
To cast aside fear and tribulation,
We are lifted with energetic cheer
Bluebells in the woods, cuckoos calling in my ear,
A bank of primroses, crocuses, snowdrops shine
We skip together in this precious time,
The mists float over the meadows and farms
We feel a sense of belonging – we'll come to no harm,
As the winter drifts away we hear the returning birds sing
It's the warming, melodic sights and sounds of spring.

Written with the residents at Cadogan Court Exeter

How We Once Amused Ourselves....

The radio was our main entertainment
As a family we would all enjoy
The Ovaltineys on Sunday tea time
Happy girls and boys.

Roy was a member of The League of Ovaltineys
He had a badge saying “LO”
They spoke to him in a secret code
Only he would know!

At Tommy Handly we would roll about
It's that man again !!
And “Can I do you now sir?” from Mrs Mop
And Colonel Chinstrap - played by Jack Train

Let's not forget Valentine Dial
Marvellous mysteries – we were spellbound
At 6.45 it was Dick Barton Special Agent
What an exciting sound!

At Mrs Dale's Dairies
We would sit with a cup of tea
Stories of ordinary folk
A comfort in the afternoon at three.

We would Sing Something Simple
On Sunday afternoons -
Then The Black and White Minstrels
Who would serenade us under the moon.

A dance almost every night of the week
Threepence to get in and threepence for chips
Mouthwateringly fried in lard
We would laugh and lick our lips.

Then Gracie Fields would sing as we go
She let the world go by
Singing a song
We marched along the highway.

Gwen won a cup for the waltz and the quickstep
Mary won an award for darts
Great memories – we will never forget
They remain lovingly held in our hearts

Writtem with the residents at Blenheim Lodge

Memories of war
Cath can remember when war was announced. She was on night duty as a nurse in Birmingham. Whilst off duty she went for a swim and was told by the pool attendant,
“Get out there's a war on!”
She was concerned about the babies with hooping cough she was caring for. In a gas attack, how would they cope?

Audrey stayed in London for the entire war and found the unrelenting bombing almost unbearable.
She worked with chemists in developing medicines.

Lillian's father was in France during World War One and came home unexpectedly in bare feet. Where were his shoes? He had slept in the trenches and was never the same after the war. She is now 100 can remember soldiers training on Woodbury Common. They asked,
“Who is that pretty little girl?”

January 2014

Under the Old Apple Tree

Under the old apple tree
That's where I long to be
I wish that you would marry me
Under the old apple tree

By the cool and flowing stream
There I sit and gently dream
Of love, contentment happy to be
By the cool and flowing stream

In the green and pleasant field
There we would together kneel
And pray for peace we all can feel
In the green and pleasant field

By the welcoming fire of home
With my family now – I'm not alone
I promise again I will never roam
Now I'm by the welcoming fire of home

In the church the choir sings
Angelic sounds and brass bells ring
My gentle voice and prayers I bring
In the church the choir sings

By the light of the silver moon
I will hum and gentle tune
We will be together soon
By the light of the silver moon

High on a rough and rugged tor
Hear the mighty buzzards soar
I view below the wild open moor
High on a rough and rugged tor

As I lie upon the golden sand
Life to me feels very grand
Lovers pass me hand in hand
As I lie upon the golden sand

Sailing away on a glittering lake
This is a trip we love to take
And there our friendship we will make
Sailing away on a glittering lake

Written with the residents of the Eastleigh Care Homes at South Molton and Minehead