When the pen takes control.

We went down to the woods today and got a big surprise

looking up into the trees we could hardly believe our eyes

for on every branch on every tree

was hanging a piece of crockery

so it seemed we had to assume

that as this is a familiar tune

the teddy bears would be having a picnic.

Nature can survive

when given a little space

shared Earth and future

I knew it was too good to be true. With rising concern for the damage to the planet from fossil fuels I bit the bullet and bought my first electric car. Of course they had always seemed to me to be too expensive but this time it looked like a good deal. The batteries would be charged using solar power, basically free. Of course the downside, which the advertisers didn’t mention was, come sunset and the car is either safely tucked up in the garage or like me, patiently sitting at the side of the road till a new day comes.

Sands in time cover

each new path through the desert

the winds of change blow.

It’s difficult to imagine a supposedly civilised nation, can, as far as we can tell, without provocation with shells and missiles seek to cow and bully a population of children and the elderly then suffer the frustration of being denied, despite overwhelming power, the elation that is felt by even the most deluded of dictators who believe that conquest is their vocation

It’s taken a while but now I realise

that instead of walking with my eyes

on the paving stones, firmly set down

closing ears and mind to the traffic sounds

that if I’m after a pleasant surprise

instead I should raise them to the skies

to see battlements, arches, slit windows

how many arrows had been fired from those

well although actually if that’s not true

I can still imagine tales of derring-do

as I meander around doing my chores

smiling at the memory of tales of yore.

Time really does fly

as you slide down the zip wire

Adrenalin rush

A day that had seemed a long time coming was finally here. To say I was excited didn’t even come close to describing how I was feeling. Practising for four hours a day to the exclusion of family or social life. My well-thumbed dictionary pages were looking more dog-eared than a basset hound. Today I would be travelling by train to the famous Empire arena to enter and hopefully win the all England scrabble championship, better known as, “Lexicon,” my passport to fame.