Seventh to ground
breakfast and back to seventh
horror…flies undone!
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Dicot Parkway
Platform 2, lillies
beam, while above the red kites
lazily patrol.
by Scooj
Chapel Porth
Salt in my hair and
white salt ringlets on my skin;
Summer sea swimming.
by Scooj
Emerald
After so many
years together, it feels good
to honour their day.
by Scooj
Dog sitting
One happy daughter;
new sounds and interesting
smells pervade my home.
by Scooj
City food
Wonderful smells drift
in and out of the street stalls
selling World cuisine.
by Scooj
Son
He will not know the
sadness I feel as I hug
him and wave goodbye.
by Scooj
Camp
House is strewn with clothes
and kit that will never fit
into the backpack.
by Scooj
New Day
With cool morning air
and cup of fresh coffee, I
make plans for the day.
by Scooj
Graduate
What future for the
lad in the white linen suit
and fur collared gown?
by Scooj
- Inspired by a lovely post from Southamptonoldlady which really resonated for me. Lots of graduation ceremonies in Bristol at the moment and each one fills me with hope for the future and reminds me of how I felt on my own graduation.
Natural adventures 