Whatever happened to gauges Haven’t seen one for ages It gives a feeling of age Does a good gauge Engineering solid and good Surrounded by brass or set in wood The odd jet of steam venting What were they all preventing
Standing on a high hill Green fields rolling away beneath my feet Off into the hazy horizon. Strong breeze blowing through my hair It exhilarates me – makes me feel I could step forward and fly Yet It is nothing to the way you make me feel
Laying in the sun In the lush deep grass Sparkles dancing on the water Blue skies in great expanse arching high Warms me – happiness safe in my heart Yet Cold compared to the warmth you bring
A word of praise from peers Or reward for long hard work A beer after a trying day Shoring up my worth Yet Nothing makes me better – more the man I should be Than having you by my side forever My love My wife My Rachel