in the painting

Mrs Jones lives in the village at Number 3James place.
She has many treasures in her houseand all the village comes to see her and learn from her wisdom of many things.
The village sits ideally in the English country side with cobbled streets and oil lamps to light the dark nights.The houses are made of bright white bricks from the local quarry at the other end of town on Mill street. The blue slate comes from a quarry in Thorpes nest some five miles to the north east over the other side of the Kittyhawk river  just up from Robins creek.
Children laugh and playand gather at the village square one hundred yards up for the house.
The idealic location is beautiful and the cobble streets are clean. Everybody are friends and they all help one another.
The vilage is called Rutherglenand sit on the banks of the Kittyhawk river,People gather at the weekends to fish and picnic along the banks and no one complains.
In the evenings the chimneys billow out smoke as the fires cook the evening meals.
Dogs Ruby and Polly play happily with the children,whilst Mrs Jones makes tea and scones for all whom are staying the night.
Many people wander threw and find pleasure inthe little things like the smell of fresh baked scons. The birds sing and flowers of heather that blows in the wind and the new stars on a new night.
The village of rutherglen is a happy place to live.

There is a land

There is a land  amid the ruin
Of what I once saw a new
Threw the windows of my mind
there is a land that now is lost
In time forever more

It sheds it light upon your way
and guides you with each step you take
Into a life that lives in you
Deeper than your soul

Into a world you can not see
and can not be foretold
Unfinished..... all work is by Pamela

I don't know

Green

Green is the colour of the fields

Of harvest tea it gives its yield

Grass so green and beautiful

growing so ever plentiful

Green calms your mind

green heals your brain

If it was'nt for green 

I'd go insane

Herbs are green the colour of hope

looking at green helps you cope

Dandelions are so healing

there for the taking never stealing

green of the trees

 flowers for bees

The leaves on the plant

are here to heal

Green they are and green they feel

Green is the colour of calm

looking at it is soothing and balm

plenty of green this planet earth

brings people joy peace and mirth

Green is the colour 

of my favorite ore....

Purple

Purple is a colour
Purple is a grape
Purple is for royality
Waiting at the gate

Colour bright and beautiful
Lavender so fragrant
It calms you down
Violets are pretty
growing on the ground

Purple is the colour of true life
Purple is the colour of man and wife
Purple is the fragrant aroma
Yarns and woll make pretty things
Purple is the colour of the kings

Violet and crimson are so right
They shine forth amid a stary night
Purple hearts flame with love
Comes all from god above
Paint the canvas different hues
Purple is the colour that is not blue.

Blue is the colour

 Pam's painting it is about 18" square.

Blue is the colour of the sky
Birds sing and fly so very high
Blue is the colour of a flower
Hearts aflame every hour
Blue is the colour of my mood
makes me sad and makes me brood

Blue is the colour of crimson white
blue is the colour of a stary night
Blue is the colour on my wall
of my art true and tall
Blue is the colour of the sea
where fishes live and live to be
I want to swim and want to be

But blue I am and blue I feel
nothing changes and I reel
cause blue is the colour of a peaceful mind
That not me though I find
nothing changes every day
blue is the colour the month of May

I love blue of the sky
as stars fly past we wonder why
Blue is my dog with eyes so brown
She only smiles and never frowns
Blue is the colour of bluebells
All is a flower that grows so well
they may decorate the fields
blue is the colour of there yield

A tear in my eye as blue passes by
makes you sing a lulaby
blue is the colour of the day
blue is the colour that makes me proud
in the ever madding croud

Time passes by as is not
life is short and blue a lot
blue is the colour of my bed
yes blue is blue the colour I shed
blue is blue right out my head.

Ursula the Umbrella

Urusula the umbrella

Covers you from disdain
Take her with you on the train
keeping clothes dry and neat
she cover you from suns heat
Having Urusula keeps you dry from sleet
to stop the sweat and have some fun
Always good in the sun

Hold her up when you need her cover
take me with you and discover
on a long trip to and fro
never never in the snow
in the field and on the beach
never ever far from the  reach...
 

Tears on my mind

Tears on my mind sadness on my heart
all the ways I have lead
were tearing me apart
tears on my mind

sadness on my heart
there is a way I can try
and I want to be lead
I'll walk upright
from this day on
under the stars
under the sun

Which way to go I will find
sadness in my heart
tears on my mind
I can not cry

Thou I want
there is a way
that is now
All I have all I do
Is find out how

Tears on my heart sadness in my mind.

Pam is inavailabe to write more

Pam is in a battle in her life. I will publish more of her work as I find it.Cheers

Soft

The rain comes down from the sky
It eases my mind with a lullaby
There are plenty of times Ive been so sad
and everyone tells me its not too bad

They say to me my past is done
it is a battle of the mind gone numb
I want to win and have courage a bit
but all I do is sit and sit

and I think about the maddening past
Ive got to move on and be free at last
Many people suffer and strain
I feel so sad for there pain

I love the ones who encourage me
as I sit here sipping and drinking tea
I want to move and forgive and forget
I prey to god he'll love me yet

Dispite my guilt despite mypain
He died for me I love him the same
It is a battle of my mind
The sun for me has never shined

Holiday gone

It is summer holidays
And there is plenty of different ways
To spend your time feeling fine
On a night the moon will shine

When the day the sun is shining
No-one does any whining
To have your holidays on the beach
Summer seamed so out of reach

The rain did come and wet us all
We didnt care we were having a ball
The children all laughed and sang
The church bells rang and rang

The people all thanked the lord
For the many he adored
The holidays came and went
as everyone toook down there tent

Many times I smile at this
and long for the endless bliss
They all played and are happy
Time to now change the nappy

moon song

There was a man in the moon
He was singing a silly tune
The angels laughed and played along
Then there was plenty of song

sewing machine poem

sewing machine sits in my house
it is quiet as a mouse
but when it works and starts to sew an gentle noise doth overflow
a stitch in time can save nine
it saves you money and saves you time
when in quiet contemplation and when the sun does shine
it does a slow rotation and sews a never ending line
of this and that and the other just like an old friend or a brother
the singer it is in the corner like a dear old man
with a walking stick in hand
never mind that clothes are aplenty
but sew i will and thats my gentry
sparkle and shine shimmer and sheen
its in a wonderful daydream
thanks to my pal who bought it for me
its as happy as a machine can be..............

poem

God is beautiful and that's for sure.
.He made the way he made the cure
Its up to each and everyone to take his hand
to make the leap of faith and stand upon the rock
Jesus came to take the lot
There is a way of love and life
free from all woe and strife
love each other and all the bees
flowers butterflies and trees
you are unique there is none like you on earth
his will be done with love and power
draws you closer every hour
may your days be filled with peace and joy
every girl and every boy
life gets hard sometimes i know
then let your love overflow
with love and peace to all of you
like gentle rain and morning dew............