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These weather poems were featured on BBC Guernsey Guidelines during December 2009

It’s in every conversation that we seem to have each day

We have to comment on it no matter what we say

There are sayings all about it, we blame it for our ills.

Sometimes it makes us boiling hot and other times it chills

But the British are famous for it, so we’ll look at it this week

Each day will be quite different – on the weather I will speak.

I’ve kept the best till last I think that you will all agree,

That out of all the features it’s this one we like to see,

Its presence cheers the heart for sure; on our face it puts a smile,

It’s great for sitting out in at least for a short while.

We all feel better for it, when we’ve had a bit of sun,

I’m always saddened by the fact that summer’s come and gone.

Again I see a miracle each time I see this star

Not just for the warmth it gives us but when I consider how far-

It is away from us and yet it’s presence feel

If no sun was ever to shine again the earth would be as cold as steel.

Yes too far away and we would freeze, too close and we would fry,

Yet where it is is so precise way up in the sky.

It isn’t just coincidence the place that it is found

Such measurement is so exact the figures do astound,

It’s so much bigger than the moon, the distance greater too,

Yet when in time just now and then it can be hid from view.

Do you remember the eclipse ‘Twas awesome don’t you think,

Yet greater far the one who made it, I hope you see the link.

These weather poems have featured on BBC Guernsey Guidelines during December 2009

I love extremes of weather, of record breaking stuff,

Both hottest and coldest temperatures and enjoy the sea when rough,

But the ultimate experience, at least the one I like the best

Is the noisiest spectacular that puts the bravest to the test.

I mean of course a thunderstorm where skies light with every flash

And animals cower in corners at the sound of every crash.

Such a display of power is hard to comprehend

How something so enormous can such energy expend.

We are told a flash of lightening can a city energise,

Yet can come so suddenly, we are caught out in surprise.

I love to gaze up heavenward and marvel at this show,

It tells me of a mighty God someone so vast to know.

The sound of it is awesome; it shakes the house I’m in,

You simply can’t ignore it; it’s making such a din.

Yet in the midst of all the power one fact I can’t dismiss,

Is in the greatness of its Maker, He is mine and I am His.

These poems on the weather featured on BBC Radio Guernsey during December 2009

Even though I’m adult, excitement starts to rise

When snow and ice are forecast I eagerly scan the skies.

This year was quite a good one, for the lovely white, cold stuff.

The only one regret I had, was there wasn’t quite enough.

It only stayed a day or two, and then in no time all was gone

Because it was a work day I couldn’t have much fun.

I did take lots of photos, for a memory of the day.

Everything looked so different, oh why could it not stay?

A few more days, perhaps a week, it really wouldn’t hurt

But no, it soon began to disappear, and left a load of dirt.

Yet every snow flakes different, it’s hard to take it in..

How can each one vary? Where does one begin? –

To try and understand it, to reason, fathom out.

It tells me of a great Creator, I really have no doubt.

And if He takes such trouble with every single flake

Then let me tell each one of you there can be no mistake-

That you are not here by accident, a random act of fate.

God has a plan for each of us…look up, it’s not too late.

These poems on weather were broadcast on BBC Radio Guernsey Guidlines during December 2009

Today we look at something that you cannot see or taste.

You cannot reach and touch it, nor can you smell or waste.

Yet it’s something all around us, it can vary quite a lot.

Man has tried to harness it to generate some watts.

Of course its wind we’re thinking of, we feel it every day.

And if you are a cyclist it can really make you sway.

We’ve learnt to do quite a lot with it. Fly kites, build windmills, and to sail.

But all of these are useless when the winds are light, or fail.

And yet we saw the power that the wind could bring to bear

When the hurricane struck us, then it is a thing to fear.

But we’re fascinated by its strength, and I need to know each day

By looking at the weather vane, which would be a sheltered bay.

Or when to light a bonfire to keep the neighbours sweet,

We’re grateful for a gentle breeze to soothe us in the heat.

We can’t touch God, or taste Him; we can’t see Him with our eye.

Yet like the wind we feel around us, we can feel Him if we try.

For He is all around us, with faith His presence know.

His purposes can be known to us, he simply says let go.