I’m a traveller,
and my words spread far and wide;
my books travel on.
There is desert sands,
the wind blows its poems there,
for those that will see.
13-07-23 travellers and wind blown poems
Category: Nature
I like to go out walking, especially at the weekends, but also during the week
Sun 04/10/20
A rainy Sunday,
I get another coffee,
And the newspaper.
The work week’s loaming,
And I know there’s much to do,
One day at a time.
The rain drips outside,
And trickles down the window,
And strangely soothing.
The blocks, block me in, and restrain my written words, to standard size blocks.
The pen’s mightier, than the sword or the blogs blocks, here’s to breaking out!
Sun 27/09/20
Sunday morning chores,
As the family still snores,
And I’ll bang some doors.
The book is back on,
But so much to work through now,
More material though.
Cleaning up my place,
Giving order and a clean face,
Better now for sure.
The rain down the pane,
Trickles meanderingly,
In it silent streams.
The clouds fill the sky,
And without definition,
And no sight of sun.
Weds 02/09/20 Music
The rain’s falling down,
Silent and wet on the ground,
The bird waits for worms.
The lessons are learnt,
The text books are torn and burnt,
What’s it all about?
Old music’s playing,
They call it old but I can’t,
It’s so very good.
Sun 05/07/20 Grace Rising
Redemption shown through,
Sorry was the only word,
And made it alright.
The day was windy,
But the sun still shone through it,
Feeling very warm.
Little steps falter,
She falls on her pampered butt,
And gets up again.
Sun 28/06/20 Clouds
This is a test run,
Seeing if the problem’s fixed,
To load photographs.
It’s great to see it, the blue sky so azure like, and clouds a plenty.
Weds 06/05/20 Time, frogs and leaves
Time slips by quickly,
A river running quicker,
As each day goes by.
The frog by the pond,
Waits and watches patiently,
Then the fly is gone.
The leaf let the rain,
Run along and off its greenness,
To the path below.
Tues 05/05/20 The Setting Sun
The sun glints and shines,
Reflecting through the window,
With it shards of light.
Slowly it goes down,
Behind the trees it settles,
And then goes asleep.
Monkeys came today,
At least one, pulling things out,
One or many times.
Sun 03/05/20 Eggs, Noise and Dream
Out to buy some eggs,
Lucky too, I did get some,
And enjoyed the stroll.
There’s noise from outside,
The clatter of a tail gate,
And peoples voices.
Sunday morning wakes,
Crying baby can be heard,
Or, is that a dream!
Sat 02/05/20 Late Blue Roam
Let’s go for a walk,
Then the phone rang, and she talked,
Until it was late.
The clouds shaped up fine,
And in cool splendour floated,
Across the blue sky.
I wonder, ‘if’, now,
If I could get out and roam,
Where would I go to?