Monday 02-09-19

Writing a book’s hard,
A lot of grind, and focus,
One page at a time.

The train heading out,
Trundles through burbs but who cares?
It is just that train.

Oops, left my notebook,
On my work desk,
what’s it say?
Depends who reads it!

Chocolate retreat,
Pretzels with nice salty tang
I rustle the bag.

Friday 26/04/19

Another week gone,
The ground’s warm where the sun’s shone.
At last, weekend’s here.

Banana smells waft,
Through the, not so busy, train.
Faint coffee smells too.

Flowers patterns spring like

Finding new music,
Exploring new and old stuff,
A lot is, just stuff!