The Terror of Garsdoon Moor.

They went out on the moor alright

The sky was clear the stars were bright,

The cart track shone like ribbons white

That ziged and zaged into the night.

Across the Garsdoon moor.

Good progress they did make alright

She, dressed in wedding gown of white,

Who held the carriage side so tight

That lurched and rattled through the night

Across the Garsdoon moor.

He was young and brave alright

With gun and sabre for the fight,

To guard his love, his hearts delight

From highwaymen that stalk the night

Across the Garsdoon moor.

But now the scene will change alright

Thunder roars with lightning bright,

Strange sounds are heard from left and right

Tormented souls that own the night

Across the Garsdoon moor.

The young groom is afraid alright

He holds his gun and sabre tight,

The bride like gown is palest white

As wails and moans are at their height,

Across the Garsdoon moor.

Now dawn it will arrive alright

And they will search the moor till night,

Of coach and riders there’s no sight

Back home lock doors and windows tight.

Across the haunted Garsdoon moor.

The local folks they know alright

That ghouls and spectors walk the night,

Transporting souls to hell for spite

Tormenting them for their delight.

On fearful Garsdoon moor.

Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2010.

From my book, Love is a Dreamer. 

A New Position

On a plain of inspiration

Somewhere high above the sea,

Together on a flight of fancy

She was holding on to me.

We were riding on a thermal

Soaring high above the ground,

We assumed a new position

And she never made a sound.

Now we're on a roller coaster

Undulating through the sky,

She just turned to smile at me

And I'm getting pretty high.

I was just about to tell her

When that look came in her eye,

We assumed a new position

And all I could do was sigh.

We were riding on a cable car

From Aussois to Corbier,

When the emerald of a glacier

Was reflected from her hair.

Now my face was lit with wonder

She was going to ask me why,

We assumed a new position

And the moment tip toed by.

Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.

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Where Shall we Run?

Where shall we run

On halcyon days,

Down to the shore

In wafture sprays

Around the cliff

Where herons fly,

Across the fields

Through gilded rye.

Where shall we walk

As flowers fade,

In autumn woods

Gold leaves cascade.

Along the stream

Meandering slow,

Across the hills

Before the snow.

Where shall we hide

From winter ways,

The goose flies south

Red robin stays,

The frigid glass

Drips frozen rain,

Ice paints the webs

Along the lane.

Where shall we look

To find the spring,

Where apple boughs

Are blossoming.

In flower beds

The tulips glow,

And natures fecund

Blessings show.

Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.

I Remember Well

The ocean waves were cold that day

You tip toed near then ran away,

Giggled like a child at play

Dancing through the sunlit spray.

I felt my heart just slip away

Yes, I remember well.

We walked beneath the cloudless sky

Then raced a sail boat drifting by,

You stood and watched a heron fly

But turned with moisture in your eye

And asked, “Why do we have to die?”

Yes, I remember well.

I’m sure it started on that day

You turned inside, just hid away,

No longer does that child play

No dancing in the summer spray.

And I will never hear you say

“Yes, I remember well.”

 Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2010.

From, “Love is a Dreamer”

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Would You?

Would you stand before God

With your sword unsheathed

And spit in the eye of the storm.

Would you fight to the death

For the things you believed

Forgetting your body was torn.

Would you fly to the stars

Riding Arian's spear,

Pushing the boundaries

Of natural fear.

Risking damnation

For dreams you hold dear.

Would you?

Would you ride into hell

On the Sleipnir steed

And call for the devil to dance.

Would you stand all alone

Gainst the wrath of the world

Certain they hadn't a chance.

Would you get up and shout

For how it should be,

That all of the world

Could be fed and be free.

Cursing our leaders

Damn hypocrisy.

Would you?

Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.

From, “The Echo of Heartbeats” . 

Shooting Star

Did you ever see a shooting star

Falling through a winter night,

And wonder why it came so far

To lend the earth a little light.

Did you ever see the Eagles fly

Above a rocky mountain peak,

And wonder why they soar so high

When plains have easy prey to seek.

Did you ever see the dolphin leap

Across the waves in silver spray,

And wonder why they didn't keep

To swimming calmly all the day.

The shooting star is just as bright

As suns within the cosmic plan.

And eagles glide on thermals high

Not as they must but as they can.

Dolphins jump across the swell

Because they love the silver spray.

And cynics miss the best in life 

By not embracing every day.

Copyright © Alan Gilbert 2011.

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Universal Secret

Have you felt when all is quiet

Some vibration in the air,

Just as if some cosmic hand

Had run a finger through your hair.

This is not imagination

Not that easy to explain,

A pulse of pure energy

Replenishing all life again.

All the matter in the cosmos

Seems to move in perfect time,

And the gravity of planets

Has a balance that's sublime.

One of them has air that's acid

Another frozen to the core,

Yet our earth is sweet and giving

Does this fill your mind with awe?

Men of science and religion

Argue how this came to be,

They can squabble, in the end

It doesn't mean that much to me.

I believe that there are secrets

Never shown to anyone,

And to seek is like a fool who's

Throwing snowballs at the sun.

Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.