it has come out in a rush of words, i do not wish to offend.
i have been studying history lately, and though i cannot spel
i have to say that i am ashamed of my country too.
and the effect all these things have on people
who do not offend.
oh little walk. it rained under the trees,
the lorry was bigger than the lane, lights
oh little evening, the plane flew low
i am a fortunate, to live
with light shining.
there is a red flag flying.
oh israel is this what you learned.
from books and that old world war
oh israel i see you on mosaics
and scattered readings.
i see the past repeated.
if i am not careful.
sunday morning is often quiet here early .the radio playing.
did you know they play music alongside bird song. a special
we sit quiet and listen. you see i think the swallows have gone.
i did not see them leaving.
in syria they drop bombs to gas the children.
is it enough that we do not write each day, that we travel on the old train sometimes.
is it acceptable to think in phrases, believe the attrocities yet do not share them
what would they think of our diet and strange sleeping habits, we shall not tell them,
is it a crime that we have spelled it wrong, and not go to heaven, which is okay
as our heaven is here, on earth.
the phone at the hotel was busy, and they have not rung me back.
feels like autumn now, cat is in, windows misted.
a challenge to show three trees as suggested.
the gentle good, dawel disgyn, little time
left, nor funds for flying.
tiny things become intimate.
you may put them in cases, or hang on pins.
straight or safety, it becomes political.
the choice is yours.
you are the curator.
lodge of the desired haven , numbered 5948.
a ladies evening , patrons of
the benevolent institution. they ate
chipolata sausages while mrs harry
jones extended a hearty welcome &
trusted they were enjoying a happy
the haven found to mark the end of
the war on may 8th, read the history.
inside a small photo
at one pound.
you may be rendered speechless
i have planned the route, refered the destination.
days of memory.
they gave me free hangers, as many as i like, i chose coloured plastic, wood and padded. a few wire ones for extra with experimentation. two rooms, one for men, another for womens complete gender differentiation.
the next course.
may be to meet the writer at the plas.
it is a big house, remember we walked
there this summer from the oakley.
up the drive, then back down again
things change, i hope to change with