A Way Of Life

Lost in a land of mist and fog - no signal to be found on the car radio

in the land of bent-over trees and hedgerows 

blow the land of Atlantic gales

the land of bursting summer roads

of strange tounge-twisting place names 

a language

culture and history

a land of former industries

huge holes dug in the ground 

giant spoil heaps reaching to its skies

inspiration for the spoken word of theatre and film

writers and poets.

Painters

photographers and illustrators and are stirred by its long stunning beaches

whose waves draw the worlds surfers to them

a land of sand

harbours

moorlands

tors

open countryside to walk

wildlife to seek

ancient sites to discover 

and clear blue waters to swim in.

This is not a place - but a way of life!

What more do you need

...than Cornwall?

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Doing His Rounds

I got into a mess at Eton

my house-master advised me to leave

he added I wasn't their sort of chap

and that I was 

very hard to

believe 

I got very bored at Oxford

and Cambridge let me down

all that punting upon the river 'Cam'

and those bicycles in the town

So I went to work at NASA

it seemed a fun place to be

I thought I would be an astronaut 

but it just wasn't right for me

So I fancied a dabble on the 'markets'

some went up and some went down

I made myself a small fortune

so bought a small 'condo' in town

I had a good contact at 'Glasto'

who asked could I dust off my 'spoons'

he said he'd have room for some sets 

could I give them a few of my tunes?

I fancied flying fighter jets

so I gave the 'RAF' a bell

they said they couldn't fit me in

and my flying skills weren't up to scatch as well

I hadn't tried being a spy

but I thought it could be fun

I had a smattering of Russian and

I was fairly good with a gun

But no, it was then that Mummy called

and I quickly 'reassemble lifes threads'

she asked if I was feeling alright 

and she reminded me to take all my 'meds'

and to tidy things up 

and to give him no grounds

for the doctor 

would soon

be doing his rounds!

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Cornwall - Take Her Home

A place far from every other

the only noise

that of the wind blowing in the wires

and a distant tractor 

drawing lines across it's surface.

Here 

where the land tumbles into the sea

where the sea and sky merge

sat with her - once a maiden of this land

a soul who's draw to this place is stronger than mine!

Let the clouds draw pictures 

and the waves serenade 

and between us 

we shall take her home.

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I Think This Happened Today

Suit on in bed

Sun swaps for the moon

The alarm turns me on

The shower takes me - somewhere else 

I burn myself under the cold water 

Shampoo on the floor 

Toothpaste in my hair

Dry myself with a hairbrush

Dressing gown on for the day

Shoes on my ears

Wrist watch round my foot

Tie around my head

Washing-up liquid in the kettle

Hot coffee in my pocket

Weetabix in my belly-button

The floor ends up on my breakfast

Step inside for work 

Stop the engine of the car 

Close the door

Slam the bonnet 

Paint the roof

Put tyres in the air and leave

The garage comes to me

Diesel into a petrol car

Wipers on in the dry - lights off in the dark

Chocolate sauce in the screen wash

Stop at the green light

Turn left into the right road - the wrong way up a one-way-street.

Depart from work

Create a whole new persona

Enter the wrong building 

Sit at the coffee machine 

Talk to the fire extinguisher 

Make a desk

Invent the computer 

Synchronisation - my head with the rest of the world 

Log off

Have work find me

The phone talks to me

Emails answer me

Things make me - I am made by things

Lunch eats me

Coffee has a bun in the late afternoon early morning break

A mars bar grabs me later

Meetings have me

A visit has to client me

My diary reminds me of the time

What day is it?

Work finished me

The car found me from a single level in a multi-storey carpark - and then drove me home

Car parked in the flower bed

Home enters me

Tea to have - but for what?

Now the oven turns me on

Put a ready meal back in the freezer

Make a plate

Forge a knife and fork

Pour my shirt down my tea

Dinner plates in the washing machine 

Laundry in the dishwasher

Turn off the TV

Print a newspaper 

Tired

Have bed come to me

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Very Rainy Day

The beautiful countryside.

The stunning views.

The villages and towns - are all still there 

but they wait

'neath the dark 

grey 

skies.

Children ask why they're not going out 

of parents 

making hasty 

changes to plans.

as the rain 

in streaks 

runs down the windows 

of the Shepard's hut

and heavy rain drops

clang

on the curved 

tin 

roof

on this 

very 

rainy 

day

Mousehole

Sunshine.

Seagull shadows fly along the breakwater wall

over the rainbow colours of the paddle boards 

lent

awaiting customers.

Splashing in the water 

children 

their excited squeals echo the seagulls call

safe within the harbour

under a parents watchful eye

evoking the sights and sounds of summers past

echoing down tiny streets

of old stone fishermans cottages

now for rent - for a pretty penny

by tourists

who

having abandoned their cars

take their chances on foot

ice-creams and pasties in hand 

off in search of a bench 

to sit

and soak it all up!