Month: July 2020

So much preparation,
Leaves me in deep stagnation,
But a working plan.

K V fifty five,
A small tomb with nothing there,
Somewhere in Luxor.

I struggled all day,
To bring it on home again,
It took all I had.

Fish and chips were good,
But I had it late with some coke,
And that filled me up.

I’m feeling it now,
The pressure of being so deep,
And the bends come slow.

Frogs can hop and jump,
And of course they can swim too,
I nearly forgot.

The postman called twice,
I caught them and it’s a girl,
Just dropping the post.

The evenings come slow,
I like it just like that now,
The day get shorter.

They are drilling down,
To find that well hidden gold,
I know where it lays/

The river runs close,
To an old oak tree at the bend,
In the Roman road.

The grass is greener,
Maybe it is the water.
Or the sky’s blueness.

Things I not sure off,
The future, my past and present,
I am simply here.

The weather does try,
To bring some variety,
And I do like that.