Going for a walk?
the message is loud and clear,
clean up doggy poop.
by Scooj
Tag: poem
The walk
Company of eight
spend time together in this
green and pleasant land.
by Scooj.
No way José
When asked for a dance
I declined and turned and fled;
hoping against hope.
by Scooj.
Busy
Mind your own business
I have a great deal to do
I need to scurry.
by Scooj
Coming in
Ever flooding tide
always lapping at my heels
longing for the ebb.
by Scooj
Yonder window
The window is small
and only pallid fragments
of light penetrate.
by Scooj
Street raging
Anger on the streets
as domestic argument
spills out; I look on.
by Scooj
Web
Water beadlets lie
long after the rain has passed
suspended in time.
by Scooj
Perfect day
.
A stroll all alone
talking to those departed;
no longer alone.
.
by Scooj
- Roughly once a year I visit Bracklesham in West Sussex and spend a couple of hours finding peace, looking for fossil shark teeth and remembering departed loved ones. The perfect way to recharge my batteries. Ready for the long slog to Christmas now.
Autumn
A new month begins
bringing with it a season
colourful and cold.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 