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Early Morning We Walk

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The silence, Meaning only nature, Cooing, Chirping, Twittering. The coolness of shortening shadows, The freshness of the awakening Spring, Breathe deep, The smell of the season’s flora, As the neighbourhood slumbers, As we, Early morning walk. It could be a Monday, Or a Thursday, Or any week day, In these days of different ways, But no, It is Sunday, And still it feels, Unlike the others. No church bells chime, No calling clang, But it is too soon, As, Early morning we walk. But even if later, The church bells are dumb, Redundant, Furloughed, Until a time to ring out, … Continue reading Early Morning We Walk

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That Moment When Darkness Confuses (Winter)

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That moment when darkness confuses, But wide open eyes see, When confusion heightens awakening senses, When the air is fresh and clear, Cold air smacks unprotected skin, And the stars in their multitudes, Become real, distant, yet near. That moment when he ran down the lane, Darting ahead, Running free, Beneath the star speckled sky, Wanting to be the first, The first to the five bar gate. Cocooned in the warmth of a protective arm. As a finger painted across the endless canvas, The Plough, the North Star, Orion’s Belt, Wonder filled those gazing eyes, When constellations and light years, … Continue reading That Moment When Darkness Confuses (Winter)

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Lock-down Hair

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I had forgotten what it was like to use a hair brush and a comb. Being follicly-challenged, I haven’t had to waste time with these instruments of confusion for many years, in fact *whispering* – a few decades if truth be told. The amount of time I have saved over the years through not having to deal with all that male grooming stuff is immeasurable – not to mention the money I must have saved by not having to buy products or pay barber’s fees. If I was to make some very basic calculations, by my reckoning, I use around … Continue reading Lock-down Hair

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Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now) V2

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The lowering sun dipped and bade a sad farewell, Dragged golden rays into mournful slumber, Reluctantly it slid behind a band of grey, That sat atop the winter horizon. Translucent view through crystal eyes believed, The whipping wind enticed a flow of tears, Rather than happy recollections of long lost years. A view once shared and stories told, Now isolation presses down upon a soul, Recalling warmth and smiles and laughter, As memories pour down from wide open skies, Memories at the five bar gate. * The Five Bar Gate Series * Continue reading Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now) V2

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A New Way Of Life – Day 21

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Not so new anymore…. This ‘A New Way Of Life’ series is drawing to an end with this post – simply because it no longer feels like a new way. The old way of life feels like a lifetime ago now and the new way, well….it has almost become the normal way. Perhaps a new series could be titled, ‘A Normal Way Of Life.’ But of course, none of us want the way the world currently is, to remain normal. Having to hear about ever-increasing death tolls, front-line workers continuously calling for more supplies of personal protective equipment (PPE), and … Continue reading A New Way Of Life – Day 21

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A New Way Of Life – Day 20

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Perhaps a new way of life will lead to a new career path…. Back in Lockdown County, things have just got even more serious – there are no hairdressers open and one of us, (not me as I am follically challenged), needs some hair pampering. So, for something a little different, I was trusted to don an apron, black rubber gloves and left in charge of the hair-dye kit! I think I was fortunate to have enough P.P.E. to complete this delicate job. Judging by the happy look on my beautiful wife’s face, I think I must have done a … Continue reading A New Way Of Life – Day 20

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A New Way Of Life – Day 19

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We may be stuck in Lockdown County, but Easter was able to get through to pay us a visit… I think we now have enough essential supplies to keep us going for the remainder of the lock-down. As we head towards an Easter Sunday unlike any others in our life-times, I can’t help but wonder if we will ever experience another like it. I hope not, but as things open up again in China and governments are being asked about how long before lock-downs are eased, a possible feeling of deja vu may be a sensation we are likely to … Continue reading A New Way Of Life – Day 19

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A New Way Of Life – Day 18

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It is so frustrating when people don’t listen to ‘three little words’… I am talking about the people the UK government aim their instructions at day after day, and have been for weeks now. That message being the most straight forward and simple of instructions, ‘STAY AT HOME’ – there should be no chance of misunderstanding those three little words. Even if they were jumbled up, they should still be understood – ‘AT STAY HOME’ or ‘HOME STAY AT’ or ‘AT HOME STAY’ or ‘STAY HOME AT’ – it really is that simple. But as I have tweeted today to … Continue reading A New Way Of Life – Day 18

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A New Way Of Life – Day 17

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Help!!!! There are too may many books to read! (Is that really a thing?)…. No, I don’t really believe there are too many books to read, that could never be the case; there could never be enough books in the world, but sometimes I just become overwhelmed by the quantity that I have on the go at any one time. And that ‘any one time’ is now! Fiction, faction, text books, course notes, online stuff….you name it, I seem to be reading something like it. But in addition to writing, I am struggling to complete any one book – I … Continue reading A New Way Of Life – Day 17