Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
The End of Colour
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
The End of Colour
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
The End of Colour
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
The End of Colour
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
The End of Colour
This is the end of colour
Of the pain and sorrow!
The October rain
Finally came
Lashed down the leaves
Now it’s just heaps
Of gray on the ground
No colour to be found
It is the end of colour
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
The End of Colour
Bench a Sunday Post/Seat Sunday Series
Poetry and Photography
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Posted in Travel Words Photo Challenge Bench Series
(Sunday 20-12-2015)
“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf
Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!
Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!
So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek
A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining
I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit
October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and Poetry
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Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Photography to me is catching a moment which is passing, and which is true”
Jacques-Henri Lartigue
Blue Moment
That moment at dawn
Has you quite drawn
The sky and nature
Of one blue creature
The coolest of blues
The nature in hue…
…A natural true blue
October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and Poetry
&
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Photography to me is catching a moment which is passing, and which is true”
Jacques-Henri Lartigue
Blue Moment
That moment at dawn
Has you quite drawn
The sky and nature
Of one blue creature
The coolest of blues
The nature in hue…
…A natural true blue
Rantings Of A Third Kind 