Old photographs come,
My brother emailed me them,
And people like them.
Black and white photos,
Of those days so long ago,
Days of innocence.
I sit on the grass,
Eighteen months old I would guess,
But I don’t recall.
Month: August 2020
Weds 19/08/20 Tensions
Tension running high,
And false accusations fly,
It’s time to keep cool.
I’m bridging the gaps,
And crossing over divides,
And taking the strain.
Tues 18/08/20 Art Work
Painting by numbers,
And outside the faint borders,
And keeping it real.
The pencil lines smudge,
Creating shades and contours,
Giving it some shape.
Mon 17/08/20 Work
The work day begins,
A punishment for my sins,
It’s like that for me!
Distractions do help,
A walk, a coffee, or lunch,
Sometimes I switch off.
Sun 16/08/20 Time
The time is running,
Around and around so fast,
With a second look.
The seconds don’t wait,
They’re here and then gone, not late,
But each one special.
Sat 15/08/20 I do do all
A slept very well,
How long, I can’t really tell,
But I woke early.
Things, yes things to do,
All day, there are things to do,
And I do do all.
Fri 14/08/20 Done
Another week done,
It wasn’t pretty nor fun,
Worse that is begun.
The trouble with it,
The people have their own views,
So precious to them.
Thurs 13/08/20 Thunder
The thunder did come,
Angry and loud, crashing round,
All the through the night.
I loved it really,
And went outside to get wet,
A couple of times.
Weds 12/08/20 Good ol’ songs
It’s continuing,
The heat’s heavy and sweaty,
I water the grass.
I need the music,
The beats and rhythms playing,
Old familiar songs
Tues 11/08/20 Tough ploughing
The weather’s is good,
If you are a sun lover,
Or a moon lover.
The ground’s hard going,
Hard to turn, nothing to learn,
Just turning up stones.