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Speed, race
Fly with grace
Up and down
Spinning fast
Curving roads
Peddling hard
Up the mountains
Climbing passes
Into valleys
Over bridges.
Town and village
Country roads
Next to rivers
Oceans, forests
Always chasing
Passing, pacing
Tour de France
Yellow, you’re winning!
Yellow petals
Flag in grass
Filigree of leaves
A spidery web of filaments.
Daisy reflections
Crumpled and dying
Leaving the world
With less colour
Seed head to come
Holding yellow inside it
Hoping to grow
And glow
Next
Year.
Floating in the sky
A pigeon
on a chimney
High.
Floating on a breeze
Greenery and trees.
Floating up above
Roof and gutter
I hear you mutter….
Floating up and up…
Keeping himself clean
Soft and shiny fur
He likes to be seen
It makes him purr
Sharpening his claws too
That’s what you have to do.
When you are a black and white cat.
Not too thin, not too fat.
Just lovely, friendly, neat
with neatly washed feet x
Leaves leave
Leafy loss
Trees shiver
Bare branches shake.
Wind blows
Northern ice
Frost burns
Firey colours
Through your crown.
Here today
Gone tomorrow….
Gold, red and green….
Brown
Mulch.
Roundabout or Carousel
Galloping over ground
Chasing round in circles
Dancing up and down,
Riding high with friendly faces,
Horses in Derby races!
Round again and cantering fast
Now your on the home stretch
Past the winning post at last!
He’s in there,
curled up,
asleep,
he fell in love
with this bag.
Soft blue dreams,
wafting from its open top.
Watch out cat,
feet pass you,
within inches,
but you are not disturbed.
You sleep on,
chasing toy mice,
feathered toys,
racing against jaguars and tigers.
Feeling Fleet footed.
Curled up, warm,
happy paws.
Oh dear, this bench is falling apart
Sat on for years
Worn away
Crumbling and split,
No resort
But to buy new slats.
Cast iron still strong.
Hold together
And you will be new….
To be our support again.
Up the hill,
Legs stretched
Lungs, stretched
Looking back,
Catching my breath.
More to do,
Further to walk,
Down, then up.
Further each time.
Stopping less than before
Keeping going,
Surprised I can do it!
Exercised.
Where the sky
looks like sea
and houses float,
where the light is reflected
and you move by boat,
skulling around
and into the air,
following tides
no one knew was there,
washing the sky
with electric blue,
enjoying the world
with a higher view.
A dream like world,
a better place.
A planet in
a different place.
A brand new universe,
To explore in space.
And no WordPress I don’t want to display opening times why won’t you let me delete my mistake?
