Category: Just for the moment

The mist shrouded fields,
And trees frosted with whiteness,
For this winter’s walk.

There’s a robin’s song,
Somewhere in amongst the trees,
He is hiding well.

I walk a dirt track,
Through the fields and the forest,
To the cold still lake,

The ducks greet me there,
‘Any food for us today friend?’
But I have nothing.

I walk slowly home,
A golden cord holding me,
Making me walk tall.

He kept himself low,
Wondering if he should go,
Or just remain there.

He hoped they’d go soon,
Sail away and bugger off,
And death find them soon.

He knew he must move,
Take the gold and relocate,
Somewhere far away.

So he crawled away,
Until he could stand and walk,
Back to the hideout.

He took on more load,
And set off into the woods,
And the other place.

It would be safer,
Easier to hide away,
And not be captured.

That would mean his death,
His neck slit or somthing grim.
He didn’t sleep much.

At the crack of dawn,
He set off back to the first camp,
And look for the ship.

He couldn’t see it now,
Maybe they had left or sunk,
But something bugged him,

He dug up more gold,
And quickly took it away,
To the other camp.

Leaving some gold there,
At the first site, a decoy, keep them looking there.

He was tired now,
The evening was falling fast,
When he arrived back.

He hide the gold there,
In a pattern around the rocks,
And then fell asleep.

Been to the dentist,
The doctors and hosptital,
And the weekly shop.

Things do not just stop,
Life must continue safely,
Behind a black mask.

The sun is shining,
So lovely for a cold day,
Making it special.

I’m feeling tired,
Just the sameness of it all,
And how long it lasts.

Shadows on the walls,
As the sun does slowly fall,
To the horizon.

Weekend is now here,
Time to kick back and change gear,
To something cruising.

This first week at work,
In this new year felt okay,
When it’s day by day.

Doctor called today,
Took my pause and looked alarmed,
This man’s too laid back.

Woke me up they did.
Pumped me with adrenaline,
One cup at a time.

I’m keeping it real,
WIth mind over what I feel.
What will it reveal?

Money has arrived,
Not much but it has arrived,
Now to spend it all.

Some chocolate bars,
Some chocolate digestives,
And a mister Tom.

It’s been a hard week,
The days are filled, with no rest,
Or time for your lunch.

Denmark’s calling me,
To join their tunnelling team,
That’s interesting.

How are tunnels built?
Dig longitudinally,
In a big machine.

Back to those biscuits,
Nice chocolate digestives,
Straight out of the fridge.

He look around him,
A few berries and some roots,
It was just enough.

The sun was rising,
High and hot into the sky,
Making things go hide.

The gold was in holes,
Just on old shirt as a bag,
He dumped them in holes.

He put about half,
A lot of gold in the shirt,
To limit its weight.

The path to the plain,
Or plateau, was up and down,
With thick forest growth.

Some rocky outcrops,
Within the forest looked good,
As a hiding place.

He had taken three,
Shirtfuls to this location,
When he had to stop.

He had heard a shot,
He made his way to loook out,
From the cliff top edge.

Below was a ship,
Anchored just off the shore line,
On shore a small boat.

A large man barked out,
Get a move on, move it scum,
He waved a pistol.

Some others took stuff,
Into the cave in boxes,
They didn’t come out,

There were some shots fired,
And two men came out the cave,
Carrrying a box.

Maybe a gold box,
Now filled with sand, did they know?
They got in the boat,

They rowed to the ship,
Hauling the box up to the deck,
But was not opened.

Loser Bumhole Bump,
Has lost his house for good now,
And helicopter.

Gorgia’s not a friend,
That’s at least not for today ,
She thinks he’s had it.

That’s enough nonsense,
And enough twits on Twitter,
Maybe he will stop.

A pensive person,
Finally stood up today,
To do the right thing.

Time is slipping by,
Don’t watch it go and don’t cry,
Use the time you have.

I’m counting pennies,
Piling them high as I can,
Until they’re knocked down.

From back in the trees,
He saw a distance glinting,
A spyglass maybe.

He couldn’t get caught,
For he can’t trust anyone now,
So he got down low.

He watched and listened,
Biding his time laying there,
And waiting for what?

Soon the darkness fell,
And the sound of his breathing,
Seem the only sound,

Then something called out,
Arwaaarck, Arwaaarck, what was it,
Could be birds or men.

A cold sweat soaked him,
And he shivered with it,
Trying to keep still.

Arwaack and movement,
High in the trees above him,
And there a large bird.

Still he couldn’t move,
And so he lay there listening,
Until sleep took him.

He woke in the night,
A full moon lit the foreground,
Making it eerie.

He listend again,
Hearing his own heart pounding,
And wind in the trees.

He was soon asleep,
And woke with dawn and silence,
And went back to base.

He checked all around,
It was all there and hidden,
Now to find some food.

Updating the site,
And I was busy writing,
And zees fill the page.

I had fell asleep,
My finger on the zed key,
Writing it all down.

My eyes are heavy,
A little sleep comes easy,
Ev’ry now and then.

The road are wet now,
The rain has stopped, not the cars,
They go swishing by.

I pause for awhile,
Closing my eyes to feel it,
That great heaviness.

This was an island,
The maps showed nine in a line,
Before the storm hit.

So, this must be one,
Only two are inhabited,
The rest are untouched.

He needed some food,
He was feeling very weak,
From lugging the gold.

How could he explore,
How would he find his way back,
There was a reason.

He climbed up a tree,
To look out to see something,
He could reference,

A hill or a stream,
Something he could find again,
When he headed back.

He couldn’t see much,
But not far was a clearing,
That was east of him.

He set off to it,
Being careful to walk straight,
As far as he could.

When he got to it,
He found a stream running there,
And this pleased him much.

He then realised,,
That this was a small plateau.
And huge rocks rose up.

He now felt exposed,
And looked for somewhere to hide,
Back in the tree line.