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                        Back to Work

Back to work from a long weekend.

Out and about with time to spend.

Doing things we like to do.

Off to see places old and new.

Down to the market to see what they`ve got

Bulgin carriers we`ve spent the lot.

Stop for a coffee,tea and a cake.

Out of the rain off with your cape.

Painting papering carpet the loo,

The weekends over so much to do.

Back to work now for a rest

Back on your heads youve done  your best.

sep 1988

                          DRIBBLES.

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When early morning cold damp mist lends itself to rain.

We watch its tortured journey dribble down our window pane.

Should the noonday sun poke out its face

To warm this patterened pane

It will turn it all to steam

and drive away the rain.

The sun moves on to evening breeze

drawing moisture from land and sea`s

To start its journey once again

to bring us mist and tomorrows rain.

July 91

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                            Flowers

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Should I give you flowers to show my love for you.

Soft moist velvet petals fresh with morning dew.

NO! You dont need my flowers  to show how much I care

Heavy fragrance through the hours

Because Im always there.

I KNOW how much I love you, I think it every day.

Well, perhaps a bunch of flowers could be the words to say.

           " I Love You "

March 93

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 Campers

Another weekend and away we go
Another excuse not to mow.
Painting decorating all left behind
Nags for last minute jobs I am blind
Get in the food the van we must load
Setting out on the open road
On to a rally on to a meet
Old friends there we can’t wait to meet
.We see other campers and wave as we pass
Watching reflections behind toughened glass
Are they friends will we meet again
Maybe on site or in a strange lane.
It don’t take much to loose my way
Turn left she says ,No not that way
I turn right and up to the end
Her left should be right and on round the bend
It matters not my lips are sealed for up ahead I can see the field
We arrive at last and look for a space
Book in and hunt for a friendly face
They are all friendly no need to fear
We are all together just happy to be here.
Fridays are good for a beer and a chat
Saturdays better to a Quiz we are sat
Sundays back home now we are sad
But! Oh what a cracking weekend we have had.
( Nov 04 )

                     Louis    

Louis is our new pal.

Is`nt much like the other old gal

Taller Fluffy full of bounce

So much energy in every ounce.

Demands  he gets his daily walk

Demands he does he almost talks.

He loves his football,thats his game

He and Sasha just not the same.

He`s wormed his way into my heart

We knew he would, right from the start.

Those evil eyes just frighten you,

Half your arm he could chew.

But here with us he`s good as gold.

In the dark he`s not so bold.

We just love him every day,

he knows he`s safe and here to stay.

Jan 08

           Picture in my Heart.

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Every morning when I awake and see you in my bed.

Blood runs swiftly through my heart and throbs  up in my head.

Before I leave I fix your picture deep inside my heart

To look at all through the day each minute were apart.

I gallop through my daily chores and rush home to our place

Where I wander lost and sad untill I see your face.

When I know your safe once more held tightly in my sight

I can sleep again my precious happy through the night.

Nov 91

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 This I dedicated to my jack Russel My Friend and confidont.

                    Silent Feet.

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Your feet are silent, we no longer hear.

Your laboured breathing, we no  longer fear.

Your bright big brown eyes now dull, Your lost vision is but a lull.

Can I stroke your puppy they would say.

Cos, you were lovely every day.

I need to smell you on days when wet, to watch you sleep without a fret.

To rest when coming home from walks, I miss so much our silly talks.

I`m sure you understood my every word, No its not at all absurd.

You touch my leg I feel it now, I know your here you little cow.

                    ( cow =creature of wonderment )

Wish time we could turn back, so once more I hear your yap.

So much you did to lift my heart, now so painfull were apart.

But now no longer in any pain,

             Rest my angel till we meet again.

Sadly passed away aged 15 in sept 2006

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 Life is just a journey From begining to its end.

Reaching ever forward

To see whats  round the bend.

Not careing much for others

Grabbing what we can

Looking on to others

For that helping hand.

We all reach  journeys end

of that there is no doubt

When we arrive will we ask

What was that all about.

feb 07

                                                           EDISON

Edison has given us, the chance to read at night.

Now in the 20th Century, we take this as our right.

But back in dim and distant past, when daylight hours rested,

Just to read a book, our eyes were sorely tested.

The only sounds that  filled the air ,were from music hall or parlour,

Now its Video and compact disk from Beatles  through to Mahler

What do we owe this Edison for vision sound and light.

For  turning the darkest cellar, into cathedrals clean and bright.

We owe him many many things , he`s truly a real treasure.

he gave us light to extend our time, to fill it up with leasure .

dec 91

I have more to come which  I will add later