Monthly Archives: Jul 2023

Though not anxious

sweaty palms caress damp brow

reaching for the fan

mosquitoes drone in warning

slaps resound throughout the night

I am not a frequent better

but decided I’d have a flutter

chose four horses from the paper

I placed an accumulator

two lost and two won

after all it was just for fun

“Bridge ops!,” the metallic voice rang out from the corner of the bridge. Grabbing the microphone the officer of the watch prepared to reply but calmly Commander Stone took the microphone from him and gave the unexpected reply, “Ops room this is the Captain, make your report,” In the darkened operations room the radar operator, in deferential tones, with a nod from his supervisor, “I think we have the contact at a range of forty miles, our good friend the renegade.”

Carried on warm breeze

in hope of a life anew

parental ties undone

Coralline would never forget the day she went to Cottingley

I can imagine a French peasant while pushing his barrow

singing songs that were made famous by, “the little sparrow.”

In my day every young boy’s dream

was to ride on a train that was powered by steam

imagining how the driver must feel

as he stood in control of that monster of steel

but now I’m content to just stand and admire

these giant engines through their smoke and fire

still cherished and polished by a faithful few

whose childhood dreams have all now come true