If you are in any way a twitcher, this one is for you.

In this poem I take a look at the many birds that visit in and around my garden and the delight my husband and I find in watching them. From the Bluetits, to the Thrush and Blackbirds, not forgetting the Owls who call in the nearby woods at night along with the Buzzards and Hawks that soar above. They all bring us joy and a special kind of peace as we watch them on the feeders and in the nesting boxes.

I’ll bet that many of us of a certain age can remember “ Watch with Mother” and the various characters we met back then!

Simple programmes, peaceful, no horror or gore, just simple rules of life for simple times. Happy Days!

Irony is a fact of life and we have all experienced it!

From the fantastic summer holiday which we have looked forward to for ages, being rained upon whilst the sun shines back at home, to the guy you have idolised for months who turns out to be a real disappointment.

Often the simple and spontaneous things turn out to be the best things and not the ones we get time to build dreams around, but when all is said and done, you just have to laugh at life’s ironies.

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This is a tale about perseverance and of never giving up, even when the odds seem totally against you.

There have been many times in my life when this has been the case, but each time, somehow I push on through. Although a tale aimed at children, I hope that it also inspires big children too.

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This one is about my love of singing and dancing, in addition of course to writing.

It considers the importance of these two activities for me, along with the memories of taking part in them over the years. It ends with my current involvement with them and my hopes for continuing with them in the future. I hope through reading this poem, that others can discover the joy which any kind of singing or movement, no matter how small, can bring to most people.

Music is everywhere in the natural world. This poem tells of the wonderful music that can be heard at night time in the Winter months.

I know that for many people these months can be tough, but in this poem I consider the little things which I love about them and which may help others to get through them and even maybe, grow to like them.

Probably weirdly to many, I love these months and in this poem and I tell you why.

Tjis is just a short New Year's Eve greeting poem as many of you may be busy tonight.

Thank you for listening to my poetry this year and all the best for the new year.

Allison