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i drive home along a trail of buttercups

high with yellow


& filling roundabouts, here abouts,

i think this looks neat and tidy with my mind.

the coucil cuts it down, leaving dead bits around,

then slowly it turns brown,

maybe that is others’ version of tidy?

( thanks to Jo for the confirmation)

( urban slang ,

neat – expression that means something is wonderful, terrific, or cool.

tidy -to describe something, someone or some situation that is good or pleasing)


at some point i realised i only have the new testament

given me by a child psychiatrist.

the other testaments are in welsh.

i mostly read english.


they have an extra garden

as well as their own.

up the hill by the red house.


walk up with tools and summer hats

when hot.

it is a gift as they leave the lane alone


where all grows wild.

.holiday plans.

“excuse me, i should like to go on holiday in september please.”

“that soon?

fancy that! I shall go to the foot of our stairs”

” no, no, i should prefer the steppes in central asia; i like

to travel the continents”

” yes i am inclined to agree; it will be an uphill journey

for us both.

to learn, to grow & to rise in status

in society”

.it is june again.

outside, the out building

we talked of the war, swallows overhead.

avoided the cockerel neatly on the lawn,

admired the rhubard flowering,

a dunkirk conversation,while sun shone.

even small boys mourn commentary

repeated, the small days of their lives.

they were brave men,

it is a good exhibition.


.the lady on the bus.

said her sister in law hoarded soaps

unused without the wrappers

and what good is that?

only good for sniffing

i reply.

the lady on the bus did not understand .

why would she?

we are all different, like differing things.

some like objects on our surfaces

to abbreviate or admire

while some come minimal.

it is a memory that

we used to ring bells together

in the town church

a couple of miles from here.

at first

she did not recognise me

as look older

as does she.

sister in law lived alone

maybe she liked the company of things

rather than the bellringer.

.it rains.

slightly damp

my back.

got to snipping in the garden

feel the rain, continue cutting.

watch the snail, see the wet earth

where the nuts are uncovered now.

last year’s hoard.

he said it only takes one line to start

and i agree.


if i were you, she said.

i would not do that.


no one can be me, except me


I shall do

as i choose

with all the consequences


the spelling difficulties.


why even discuss such an impossibilty.

some of us stays quiet.

i say again.