I am not a British soldier
American am I
I fought for right and justice
I did not want to die

Wars are not for winning
Men can only lose
Fighting wars solves nothing
Just gives us the blues

We fought and won the battle
But here I now must lie
Side by side with comrades
Beneath a foreign sky

Weep not for me my loved ones
Be proud of what I’ve done
Just make to me this promise
Then my battles won

Scatter seeds of poppies in fields of golden corn
Then I shall be remembered whenever they may bloom
I would not shirk my duty I must make that plain
For my people and my homeland I would die again

© Michael Douglas Bosc

Oh oh the rain is here again I ache when it’s around
Nights spent listening to its gentle fall
Or hammering pounding on roof as if from Thor
Watering plants who drink their fill
Puddles left where you walk making for new paths
Oh oh the rain.

In valleys mist shrouds all
Landscape looks like a foreign country
Scenes change as clouds drift
Rivers swell and swiftly flow past field and village
Cliffs become unstable landslides occur
Oh oh the rain

In a land where the sun always shines
Rain is welcomed a gentle cooling relief from the heat
But it continues reservoirs once empty fill
Dry rivers slowly start to fill
The dams are full some overspill
Oh oh the rain

But look around at what you see
Trees in fruit or flower be
Fields of flowers colours spread
The bees their yellow pollen bags full
As home to make their honey flew
Oh oh the rain

No ark is needed here today
Toads and frogs come out to play
Olives trees turning cream as of their oil we dream
The almond trees are bearing nuts
Rain at night sun by day this is just the perfect way
For rain oh rain to come our way

©Michael Douglas Bosc

Sitting in the morning sun
After rain is so much fun
But still there is much to be done
In the Olive Garden

The weeds are high after the rain
Wild flowers in swathes of colour maintain
The feeling of the wild again
In the Olive Garden

Strawberries fruiting in their patch
White flowers red fruit oh what a match
Their green leaves spreading all around
In the Olive Garden

Wild grape hyacinths with heads of blue
Their subtle perfume of memories make
Of walks beside ponds and lakes
In the Olive Garden

Iris heads peep out from leaves of green
Like prema donnas they wait to be seen
Beneath the tree that is their home
In the Olive Garden

Bees around the freesias play
Buzzing to and fro all day
Whilst freesia perfume drifts with the breeze
In the Olive Garden

I’ve weeded this I’ve weeded that
I’ve worked all day and that is that
I’ll sip my tea and relax here
In the Olive Garden

Oh dear oh dear I spoke too soon
It’s been raining all afternoon
There’ll be more weeds more work to do
In the Olive Garden

Every time something goes wrong it laughs to hear me moan

But then when I have fixed the problem you should hear it groan

This evil little gremlin will not leave me alone

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I had to buy a laptop because my old one died

Well it would not light up the screen no matter how I tried

I thought it was broken till I plugged a monitor in

Then I heard the gremlin laugh and say that it was him

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I then decided I’d had enough

So off to town I went in what was quite a huff

There I bought a laptop and with my money was spent

Homeward I made my way feeling quite content

ooo-0-ooo

But that nasty little gremlin had not finished with me

The laptop and instructions were all in Spanish you see

I could not work the @ sign no matter how I tried

Bloody little gremlin best run away and hide

ooo-0-ooo

But there was help at hand in the shape of a maiden fair

Who showed me how to work my board and the gremlin scare

So now I am a happy chap no more gremlins at me snap

I have a senorita who has seen to that.

(c) Michael Bosc

Now come the rush to the shops oh what fun

Next it is New year and bubbly all round

But the next day we are back on the ground

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We all start the year with new resolutions

But what we do next is plan our vacations

To somewhere that’s nice and sunny and hot

Not raining all day or pouring a lot

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We work out how much we have to spend

Then do sums again just incase we were wrong

And just when we think it’s all sorted out

Up pops the Easter Bunny Ohh goody we shout

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Chocky oh chocky we eat by the egg

Before we realise it the inches have spread

Now down to the gym for a workout we go

Got to get fit for the holidays you know

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The holidays are looming and then they are gone

The autumn approaches with harvest and fun

Now we have fall with fireworks then winter has come

All of a sudden its CHRISTMAS again  now we start all over again

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HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

Sitting in the garden in the evening shade
Looking at the flowers nodding in the late sun
Sunhat shading my old eyes now my work is done
Still sitting in the garden

Sitting in the garden drinking a cup of tea
Watching my little bonfire just the dog and me
Soon be time for walkies for my dog and me
Sitting in the garden

Sitting in the garden making the most of the sun
Just lazing here and resting this is so much fun
But come tomorrow it will be gone back will come the rain
No sitting in the garden wont get wet again

(c) Michael Bosc

My knee my knee oh deary me
Now what have I done
Skiing down the piste was I having so much fun
But then I fell and landed on snow that was so hard
Now my knee is telling me I’m to old for this lark

My tum my tum oh my poor tum
What have I done to you
Once you were flat and firm you looked so good by gum
But now you’ve grown and got too fat I am feel glum
So cut the food and wine right down and walk everywhere
But at my age this seems unkind it’s really just not fair

My feet my feet oh my poor feet
Now what have I done
My heels both ache my toes protest
It’s really not much fun
But I can change all this I’m sure
Just buy shoes that fit and forget fashion that’s for sure

My Hair my hair oh my poor hair
Now just where have you gone
When I was young you hung around a quiff was so much fun
But as the years past you departed and now your nearly gone
Ah cruel cruel hair to remind me so
That I’m no longer young

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

Seeing large columns floating in the sky looking like mushrooms
Shapes appear then change but they are still grey 
I could walk on them or touch their softness if I dare
But they are grey not white so I’ll stay here
Someone find the Fairy.

What they need is a washing machine to make them fluffy white
With a nice long line to hang them on in the sunlight whilst they dry
They do not need ironing just plumping up will do
Then they can float across the sky a sky which is so blue
Someone find the Fairy.

Next time I fly I will buy some fairy to take with me
I can flush it through the loo then we shall look and see
Fluffy White clouds all floating by clean and sparkling in a bright blue sky
Oh what a delight from a planes windows high
Someone found the Fairy.

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

He sits in the tamarisk tree singing and tweeting back at me
Calm as calm as he can be sitting in that tamarisk tree
Laughing at the world he sees and passing comments if you please
About my life of often ease whilst we sit here in these trees

Life for us is good he agrees for we have time to sing and tease
We fight with each other in front of others
But in front of mum we must be good brothers
Why are they so difficult these mothers

Ours was once a politician upset Ken oh what a pother
My wife thinks Ken is far too dull he’s still a bachelor and to her no fun
But between you and my mother I think he’s got it right by gum
Whereas me I just go out and have fun cheers up others who are glum

We have the odd words now and then when I chase him off just like a hen
We will keep it up you know so other birds don’t know which way to go
My shouting at him when he’s wrong is how we brothers get along
So here’s to Ken my wayward brother I love you ‘bro just don’t tell mother

(c) Michael Bosc

If here on the fence I sit she’ll flap a teatowl at me flick, flick, flick
Then off I hop, tail in the air looking back making sure she’s there
It is a game we play each day I really hate it when she’s away
Today BJ chases me away it’s not fair it’s not his game

Still her brother goes this afternoon but not until it’s getting late
Tomorrow morning I’ll be there sitting on the fence or gate
Then we can carry on our game and things will soon be just the same
My friend, the garden fence and me perhaps I’ll let BJ join in we will see.

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc