Blue Hills

The good ship ‘Blue Hills Village’,
With Captain Maurice at the helm, 
Has benefits so delightful, 
They sometimes quite overwhelm.

The residents here are all happy,
Even thought it’s not quite complete;
But there are always happy smiles, 
When one wanders down a street.

The benefits are numerous, 
As a resident I should know;
And the many activities available here,
Seem to make the contentment grow.

To those of us who can’t get around,
Help is often at hand;
And the measures taken to move people around, 
Are quite simply … Grand.

Due to age and health problems,
Taking care of our home was too much;
So we signed up here, where they do it all, 
Gardening, maintenance and such. 

Oh the Villas here are lovely,
So spacious and nicely set out;
And we find there are really no worries here, 
In trying to just, get about.

The facilities will be wonderful, 
When the Village is complete;
And I can only recommend it,
As the perfect retirement retreat.

Of course in any undertaking,
Of this magnitude and scope;
There are always mountainous problems, 
But the folk here just seem to cope.

Apart from Maurice, the mayor, he he.
There’s Sylvia, the Town Clerk;
And Andrea, our lovely Village Engineer, 
They all have made their mark.

All the teams that are working here,
Seem always to pull together;
And the only thing that they can’t control,
Is all this lousy weather.

So to all those seeking peace of mind,
Whether of independent means or on pensions;
Remember Blue Hills Retirement Village,
The place to relieve your tensions.

Believe me when I say to you,
That we have found release,
From many of our previous problems,
And can now live our lives out in peace.

© Rod Coleman 2003