Perfect summers day

Long hot summer days 

look but don't touch the whispers 

hiding in the shade

a breath - just about clinging on...

...and I reach out

and I run my fingers through your soft, warm hair

as - fingers through confetti 

and the shadows mark time 'neath the tall oak tree under which we sit

and I notice the fields of fire

exploding with the summer heat 

flames of colour and texture!

...and then I get it

this is it!

This is the dream I can touch

this is all I want

you - you are all I want

so I can reach out and touch every part of it

this is what we are living for 

this simplicity that nature brings

life as simple as you and me and this summer's day

a day we've earnt

a day we will remember for all time

this summer's day

this 

perfect 

summers day

Got That One Wrong Didn't I

Tall and slender

stood facing her van

her long hair

complete with blonde streaks

blowing in the gentle evening breeze

and casually dressed - possibly a uniform.

Tank filled 

she returned the nozzle to the pump

reapplied the petrol filler cap

and turned her head to the shop...

...it was a bloke

a skinny bloke

with a terrible completion 

and a hole in his shirt

...and with a beard!

Got that one wrong didn't I!

Executive Titles

 CFO (Chief Financial Officer),   

CMO (Chief Marketing Officer). 

COO (Chief Operating Officer),

CEO (Chief Executive Officer),

CIO (Chief Information Officer)

C-EIEIO... 

         ...(Chief farmer)

Toothbrushes

I open the bathroom cabinet 

the one with the mirror on the front - you know 

the one you look at yourself in and think how gorgeous you look!

Inside I see six toothbrushes

standing in a pot

plus one electric toothbrush propped up at the back

and three tubes of toothpaste at varying stages of emptiness 

there is even two identical pink toothbrushes in the mix - someone's going to be in for a bit of mouth bacteria cross-contamination if they're not careful!

Then I think

and I ponder...

...why are there seven toothbrushes in there when there are only three people living here?

The Mobile Phone - Why!

Who are we talking to - who is it that we have our mobile phones glued to our ears for

this above everything else

regardless of what we are doing - or at least trying to do 

at this particular time

at this particular moment in time

after 4.3 billion years of evolution 

this moment 

whilst we're filling up our cars at the petrol station

queuing for a takeaway 

wandering 'round supermarkets

searching for dishwasher tablets in the wrong aisle

because we aren't concentrating 

because we're talking on our mobiles

discussing important things like

 "you alright?"

or 

"yeah I did have bangin' head this morning!"

with people you've only just left

"but you know I love you"

or more likely 

"what was it you said we needed from the garage?"

Who is it we must speak to - now!

"The blue ones or the white ones?"

or that top work of fiction 

"yeah I am on my way"

who is it we are talking to that is more important than what we are trying to do at this moment in time?

After 4.3 billion years

we can't just finish the task we are undertaking

that thing we are trying to do now

that thing we aren't doing too well 

because we're talking on our mobiles

spilling petrol

forgetting our takeaway order

or being in the wrong aisle

because we must talk on our mobiles right at this very moment!

 ...WHY?!

And then there's me

A gathering 

of those who like trains - steam trains to be precise 

we're all here - lifes 'strange' ones

the unusual types

the long haired bushy beard types 

the slightly autistic types - muttering to themselves as they search for a seat 

the railway 'anoraks'

the spotters

the book collectors - the ones who come for the second-hand book stalls

the how does it all work 'geeks'

the lineside wavers 

those over ladend with camera equipment 

the older types - they used to go to school on one of these

the cap wearers - resplendent with logos from many a long gone railway company

the rivet counters - pedantic ones who like things just so 

and will complain if it isn't

the wives who've been dragged along by their husbands 

the lineside photographers - stood in their favourite spot

tripods and cameras ready

timetables in hand

a flask of coffee and plenty of sandwiches 

and a comfy stool to wait on for the next opportunity 

the videoers - video cameras stuck on tripods

lots of clips taken which they look forward to editing together later

those who prefer the end of their favourite platform 

cameras ready 

timetables memorized

those who like to hang out of windows

complete with goggles to keep the 'smuts' out of their eyes

maybe recording the sounds of the 'clickety clack'

and the 'toot toot' of the whistle 

the studiers of timetables

noting down late starts and early arrivals

the regulars 

those who know - know the drivers

know everyone on the train

and who know all the volunteers on every station 

or the ones who simply choose a station and sit with a coffee, shooting the breeze

...and then there's me!