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.
Tonight’s walk
Tag: Poem
Where have you been?
- Monday
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- Tuesday
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- Wednesday
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- Thursday
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- Friday
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- Saturday
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- Sunday
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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.
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Winter greys
Soon there will be bare trees
Dark skies
Fallen leaves
Damp leaf litter
Cold miserable ducks
Sitting on icy ponds
Or Canada geese
Stretching their legs
Ruffling their feathers
Trying to keep warm.
Weather drawing in
Cold wind
Rain falling in sheets
Snow and sleet showers.
Winter greys, not blues….
Naughty cat!
I’m trying to clear out some rubbish, but the cat decided she liked the taste of this!
Naughty cat!
Don’t eat that!
It’s not good for you,
Silly moo!
Polystyrene
Don’t chew!
Leave it alone
It’s not a snack
On it you won’t get fat!
Silly naughty cat!
Green man (beech)
Don’t bite me please!
I taste bitter
I’m not nice.
My flavour is cabbage
Mixed with mouldy cheese…
I won’t be eaten
Go away please.
If you don’t leave here.
I will grow so quick
Bite off your nose!
Snicka-snack snip!
Warm
The cat sat on the mat,
by the heater,
warm and snug,
the occasional lick of his paws,
the obligatory stretch and curl.
Cat knows a good place,
when he finds one.
Outside its cold and overcast, inside?
Bright and calm.
Cat knows the best place,
and how to claim it.
Cloud over Barlaston
Soft little clouds
Fluttering like bird feathers
Swirling down the air currents
Darkness falling
Now the moon rises
Shadows lengthen.
Time to stretch our legs,
Head home,
A long, flat walk
Into the dusk.
Bat’s flitter overhead,
Moths race to our torches.
Mistaking them for the rising moon.
Home in time for supper.
Blue sky lost in the dark….
I wish
I wish I was in that boat,
floating on the lake,
watching the ducks
taking flight
with great strides
across the water….
Flap, flap, fly
soaring over me
reflected in the water
like the white sails
of the boat
stirring in the breeze
rippling the water.
Floating along, calm.
Leaves
Leaves on fire
Bright like stained glass.
Arched and curved.
Twisted and crisp
Like brittle sugar glass
Crispy or soggy
Under children’s feet,
Kicking the fallen leaves.
Leaves because they’ve left?
Tree
Tree, look after me,
Let me climb up and see
Where the world ends
Where the sea sweeps
High views
Cliff edges,
Sand bars
Tree you let me see far
Over hill and vale
Into the distant waves
Crashing across the earth’s face
Like tears and mountains,
Flying spray
Blowing limbs from the tree
In a gale.
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