A journey so lived
Return or leave by moonlight,
then home timidly
Housing Estate
A housing estate -
made as if by juvenile giants.
Houses; like scattered 'play bricks',
abandoned irregularly in a field.
A housing estate -
Maybe the failed attempt at graffiti,
by visitors from a distant galaxy.
Their plan to build a sign which read "we was 'ere" before they left!
A housing estate -
Maybe the feeble offerings of a 21st century town planner to make an estate of executive houses look appealing, whilst making a profit.
Jammed in, jumbled but disjointed.
Big but 'back-to-back'...
and all different,
in the same sort of way!
made as if by juvenile giants.
Houses; like scattered 'play bricks',
abandoned irregularly in a field.
A housing estate -
Maybe the failed attempt at graffiti,
by visitors from a distant galaxy.
Their plan to build a sign which read "we was 'ere" before they left!
A housing estate -
Maybe the feeble offerings of a 21st century town planner to make an estate of executive houses look appealing, whilst making a profit.
Jammed in, jumbled but disjointed.
Big but 'back-to-back'...
and all different,
in the same sort of way!
Passes/Pass/Passing
Slowly the river Thames passes.
'Neath the many arches of the ancient town bridge,
the weekend captains in boats and barges pass in front of us.
Ducks, Swans, Kingfishers and Grebe's pass in between,
bobbing for meal.
Customers on the steps of the "Boat Inn" wave at the boats which pass.
"No Mouring" the sign says,
no mouring means no passing trade.
Diners pass conversation as food and drink pass their lips
and we all pass the time
'Neath the many arches of the ancient town bridge,
the weekend captains in boats and barges pass in front of us.
Ducks, Swans, Kingfishers and Grebe's pass in between,
bobbing for meal.
Customers on the steps of the "Boat Inn" wave at the boats which pass.
"No Mouring" the sign says,
no mouring means no passing trade.
Diners pass conversation as food and drink pass their lips
and we all pass the time
Canal (You might never leave)
Away from life's bustle; the canal is private,
peaceful,
slow.
More than a mans castle,
a barge is a home,
a sanctuary,
a way of life.
In a community,
the canal lives with in you,
it becomes your very heart and soul.
Running at 4 miles an hour,
patience is king!
Go where you like,
stay awhile,
then move on.
Take heed,
get involved and you might never leave
peaceful,
slow.
More than a mans castle,
a barge is a home,
a sanctuary,
a way of life.
In a community,
the canal lives with in you,
it becomes your very heart and soul.
Running at 4 miles an hour,
patience is king!
Go where you like,
stay awhile,
then move on.
Take heed,
get involved and you might never leave
EAST RIDGE
EAST RIDGE
From here I can see for miles and miles -
but you can not see me.
I can hear many things but they do not hear me.
Upon my hill,
up on my ridge I am king of all before me.
I am lord of all I survey -
but you don't know that
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