Terry Trainor

I took a day out, to take a long walk in wood and country side, the walk took me all day from early morning until late in the evening, one summer day.

My view on discrimination and the rights of the many nations of our world, rights that should be automatic, rights that should just be there.

Long before time winter covered all the world. A beautiful winter queen ruled, all was cold, all was white.

Just a stroll through a forgotten wood watching nature and enjoying a spring morning.

A tree stands in morning sunlight and a sad lost ghost of a boy asks if she has seen his friends.

An old man walks in green fields and wonders where time has gone. It went so quickly he hardly noticed. So come and sit with him and see his life many years ago

A man comes home to find his wife has left him. He waits for her to get in touch but she dosn't so he waits and he waits. Then he goes out to find her.

Do you remember playing pretend horses? Do you remember your first love, Do you remember childhood friends and rolling fields, deep meadows and kiss chase? Do you remember times that left messages on your heart?

A group of London yobs go camping with the scouts. They are from a different background, a world away from today and the short holiday under canvas was a life remembered event. A special time that still lives with us today.

Walking down my old road the terraced houses are just rubble but once a long time ago it was a community. I looked for some of the old ghosts, the shadows that made the past the past.

On a playground many years ago the F.A. Cup final was played. It was between Tottnham Hotspur and Manchester United.

His love walks away, her arms heavy with wild flowers. He watches her go and waits for her to look back. His heart breaks as she gets smaller in the distance. He waits in hope he waits for a sign.

The corn is shoulder high it waves in winds as does the swell of the tides on the sea. Poppies grow with the golden corn and nature does what nature does. It makes you feel.

Winter takes away summer's beauty and the once green fields glisten with sharp frost. Winter's withered face watches green turn to white, flowers fall, trees are bare.

A man come home early from work and finds his wife in bed with his friend. He packs his bags and leaves on the night train. He returns some years later.

A friend sees an old friend that has changed. Changed into an old man long before his time. Just a poem about care and kindness from a dear friend the once knew the man he used to be.

The evil Minstrel and his Pipers were beaten by a rose and her Bluebell Warriors. The Pipers piped away time and they waited on a black planet on the edge of eterinity. Back to when there was no time. They waited for eternity to pass, to wait for the earth to be born again, to wreck r...

The minstrel returns with his pipers. The play tunes to rock the earth while the minstrel dances his enchanted dances. Dances from ancient times, magical dances learned from before the world was made, dances to turn feathers to polished stone. Dances that can raise the dead.

My old friend, my old dog has had his day. He has arhritis and is slowing down. I keep on putting off the last walk we will have together as it will be the the vet. A trip I find hard to do.

No more than a boy he leaves home for a new life. The people he leaves behind are cold and lost. He makes a good life but his past haunts him and returns as an observer, then happy he made the right choice a ghost of the past fades away.

A poem about change and long standing memories. A delve into the past, to the morning of a life, the imagination of a poet.

Hope is a wise hermit and lives deep in the woods. He talks of many things his knowledge is deep and his understanding is deeper, but he stays away from most people he dosn't like their greed and their gift of ruining things.

Driving in my old home town I passed some woods that my friends and I played in as children. I stopped and walked down into the changed landscape and the memories of sunshine and happiness returned.

It's a story of a lonely boy. He is neglected by his family. As he grows old he thinks of days past and in the magical world of poetry he tries to go back in time to give a message to the boy he used to be.

An old man looks out of a rain spattered window and thinks back to the day. His friends say he spends too much time in his past.