the lights on. Then it's too light.
So I turn them off...
Did You See The Wind?
Did you see the wind?
Did you see the rippling across the fields like waves on the sea,
crops bend in it's path?
...did you feel it on your face?
Did you see the wind?
Did you see the clouds casting shadows which chase across the land,
painting the sky in an ever changing canvas?
...did you feel it catch your hair?
Did you see the wind?
The ripples on the pond,
the creaking of the trees,
the rustling of it's leaves.
The wind farms arms; spinning?
...did you see the wind?
The Humble Moth
Angel Shades,
Annulet,
The Beautiful Yellow Underwing.
Black Neck,
Brown Tail,
The Broad Bordered White.
Buff Tip,
Cinnabar,
The Common Clothes Moth.
A Cream Spotted Tiger,
Dew Moth,
Dott Moth,
A Dark Bordered Beauty,
The Figure of Eighty.
The Essex Emerald,
Early Grey,
Early Thorn.
A Fire Thorn Leaf Milner
The Large Red-Belted Clear Wing.
A Grey Mountain Carpet,
A Grey Scalloped Bar.
The Humming Bird Hawk Moth,
The Lackey,
A Lappet,
A Case Bearing Clothes Moth
The Langmaid's Yellow Under-Wing
A Manchester Treble Bar
A Merveille du Jour.
The Narrow Boardered Bee Hawk
Oak Beauty for sure.
Orange Tailed Clear Wing
Purple Boardered Gold.
A Rannoch Brindled Beauty
Reed Leopard,
Rest Harrow,
Beauty unfold.
The Shoulder Striped Clover
A Six Pellted Clear-Wing.
The Shark,
The Snout,
The Spectacle and Treble-Bar.
A Twin Spotted Quaker.
The humble Moth's not humble
when,
you see just how many there are!
The Queue
What a wonderful thing the queue is.
We Brits love to queue.
A simple piece of engineering
said to have been brought about around the 19th century when the industrial revolution brought many people into cities to work at the same physical location.
It has become engrained in the English way of life.
Based on the 'first come first served' principle,
the queue allows a group of like minded people the ability to achieve a similar outcome,
ie to get something or get into somewhere,
sequentially,
fairly and justly.
New arrivals to the location or situation can decide if they wish to join the queue,
by a simple calculation,
looking at the current queues length and it's rotation speed,
ie, the length of time it is taking to get from the joining end of the queue to the queues goal,
and deciding if queueing is worth the time the queue might take to work through.
Supposedly famed for our civilised approach to the queue,
it can be argued we Brits still hold a good queue as 'British way of life'...
So what's with this guy here!
Which cave has he been living in for the last 50 years!
"Hey there's a bloody queue here mate! Get to the back!"
I'm Going Sit On Top Of a Hill
I'm going to sit on top of a hill
in the early morning, cool and still,
and listen to the wind rustling through the trees,
watch the clouds go where they please.
The trees are every shade of green,
the fields add colour in between.
The houses; dressed in local stone,
are islands of their very own.
The cars and lorrys tell me there,
are people out and everywhere.
But from my hill; not a soul will I
in all that green, those people spy.
I see the cows in their field
keeping up their daily yeald,
eating grass; no other goals,
than making milk for breakfast bowls.
I see a distant shower of rain,
refreshing all to grow again.
And feel the rain upon my face,
once more I'm part of the human race.
So I'm going to sit on top of this hill
refresh my soul: recharge; until
the world no longer masters me,
then I'll be king of all all I see!
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