Blackberry Sunday;
while I dig the potatoes,
they have all the fun.
by Scooj
Blackberry Sunday;
while I dig the potatoes,
they have all the fun.
by Scooj
When I arrive home
there’ll be no hugs and kisses;
no kids or Mrs.
by Scooj
The Charity Shield,
start of the English season;
come on you Gunners!
by Scooj
Haven for worn legs,
withdrawn and blending into
an urban jungle.
by Scooj
Autumn’s chill now claws
at my heart, tugging away
Summer’s memories.
by Scooj
Opportunity
simply irresistible
creativity.
by Scooj
From Bristol’s hills see
culture, history, progress;
ah! the stuff of life.
by Scooj
My grandmother said
‘Steve, it’s a mucky business’;
by God she was right.
Van Goughian splash
gathering red, green and gold;
soldier beetle flies.
by Scooj
Reflected skyscapes,
distortions of waking dreams,
muddled horizons.
by Scooj