Andrew Lees Poems

What is courage, is it hard to say
That a man may give his life away
It could be friend or maybe foe
But impartial courage he will show.
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In fruitful reds and floral gold the church is decked from wall to wall,
Sheaves of wheat adorn the aisle and grateful offerings mass the floor.
Pungent hops draped round the font once more, for harvest festival, revive the past, recalling days when we were children of a war.
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It is only a country garden,
With flowers sweet and rare,
Where honey bees hum merrily
And butterflies are there.
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There is an Inn in, the village square,
Known to us all, as the Dog and Bear,
The locals, over a tankard of ale
Will tell of many a village tale.
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People say that memories are golden
And maybe that is true
But we never wanted those memories of you
We only wanted you
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The tree that stood for many a day
That weathered the storms that made it sway
I’ve climbed your great trunk and looked far and wide
You majestic tree that none could hide
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For old fox, I heard them say; they are going to kill you off today.
Those gentry in their hunting red are going to see you dead.
Hounds were a plenty and many a gun, you see old fox they must have their fun.
They will find you where ever your hiding, in wood or barn.
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Never treat others with scorn
Your’e only here ‘cause you were born’
Although your’e way up
You may not stay up
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Spring, when the entire world awakes anew.
Winter has passed and the sun peeps through,
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I look over my shoulder
And what do I see
It is that my shadow
Is following me
I jump in the shade
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