Saturday, 26 September 2020

Hopes for the Future 2021

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Sunday, 20 September 2020

The Slug And The Snail

So there was the snail - old and frail, pulling his heavy old home behind him.
  He looked about as happy as any old fellow could look, when he has to carry his home about with him.
  'I so wish I could break loose of this old shell sometimes and roam about free in the wild!' said the snail.
  'I feel like I have been cursed by this heavy old thing on my back!  Sometimes I feel like I should just lie down and let the Thrush get to work, and bring a swift end to it!'
  But no no...
  He had to go on...
  Slowly does it!
  Onwards and onwards.  
  There was a little green imp sat on the stump of the tree watching the snail go by.
  He had been scurrying around in the tall grasses scavenging for acorns that had fallen from the great big old oak tree, called Shuroomba! nearby.
  He looked at the snail and whistled the old boy over.
  It took five minutes for the snail to get there.
  'You called?' said the snail.
  'Just wondering what you are up to,' said the imp, in his chirpy voice.
  'O me?  Just minding me own business, sir.  Not up too much.  Just going this way and that.  Carrying this big old thing on my back, as always.'
  'That's your home is it?'
  'O yes sir.  I live in this old shell,' said the snail.
  'Won't you invite me in for some tea?'
  'O of course sir,' said the snail.  'Come on in and I will make us something good!'
  And so the imp and the snail went into the shell, and the snail made the imp a fine herb brew.
  'This tastes good,' said the imp, supping at the brew in a cup made of leaves.
  'Well i worked hard in that,' said the snail.
  'You are a hard working fellow for sure!' said the imp.  'You need a break you know?'
  'I would love to have one,' said the snail. 'But it is hard you know?  Carrying my old shell about like I do.' 
  'I feel so sad for you,' said the imp.
  'There is nowhere for me to go, not when you have your old home following behind all the time.  It's a sad business.  There is no adventure for me anymore.'
  'Then get out of the shell,' said the imp.  'Get out and move about freely!  I will stay here and look after the shell for you,' said the imp.  'You go now and take care!  Go on an adventure and enjoy yourself!'
  'I think I will,' said the snail.
  And so the snail left his shell and went slithering away, between the roots and grass. 
  But he was still so slow...
  O so slow.
  'I feel like I always did,' said the snail.  'Only now I feel like I miss my home.'
  'Your a slug!' said said a voice chattering up from the branches of a nearby ash tree.  'A slithering slug!'
  'I suppose I am!' said the snail.  'I am a slow old slug!'
  He stopped to think about it for a while.
  He was missing his home.  
  'I am going to find my shell again!'
  He had made a mistake.
  He was going to turn back.
  And then he was eaten by a blackbird!

THE END


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Monday, 14 September 2020

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Thursday, 10 September 2020

Winter Sleep

 Sometimes it's hard to pour a drop
Just as it can be hard to write a dot...
IN a book without pages,
Like a summertime without the sun - 

A sky without stars...

I can feel it,
When the ink is dry at the core of my soul,
When he canvas is blank, 
And there is no pen at hand,
NO brush,
NO breath - 
NO driving strength.

AN empty cave - that's all.

Take a deep breath, let the rain quench the deserts behind the eyes.
It will happen.
The mountain wall will move-
It will happen.

And you will sing again, as hasty as sparrows nest - 
On the eve if spring.

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Saturday, 22 August 2020

 Old Castle beneath the Ground...

When the air is in the trees it sounds like a song is playing,
the breeze makes a dance on the leaves,
It seems very joyful when at play - taking pleasure in the freedom.
It plays a rhythm like only time knows -
A song that is old and new
And bound in eternity.
You can hear the sound wherever you go - 
Even in the darkest of places...
But there is one place where the sound will not play...
A place where you would not want to stay:
At the end of the green river - where the world ends..
In a dark place where the good hand of light does not tend - 
Send me away - send us all away.
For at the end of my dreams I see that place most foul,
where my deepest nightmares prowl...
They call it the Dark Castle - 
Dreadful place beneath the ground
Save me
Save us!
Keep away keep away!
Do not go there...
Think high think up!
but never think of that place...
Think not of that place
And ignore the silent voice that cries - 
Down beneath the ground where the Dark Castle lies
I am lost - where should I go?
Down under the ground where the Dark Castle lies
Walk with me if you dare...
Down beneath the ground where the Dark Castle lies 
Show the light, before me,
Down beneath the ground where the dark castle lies.
I have made mistakes so has any man,
Down beneath the ground where the dark castle lies.
Don't make me your fool
Down beneath the ground where the dark castle lies.
I will die ten thousand deaths
Down beneath the ground where the dark castle lies.
And awake on the sky - 
Sunlight by my side - 
and seek the woods where the fair breeze blows
You won't get me - 
Not that awful place
Down beneath the ground where the dark castle lies.
I am not part of you
Down beneath the ground where the dark castle lies.
Now I go up like vapor - be gone - I shall sleep and watch
Be gone.
But there will always be that vile space
Down beneath the ground where the dark castle lies.
Help me to know my place
Down beneath the ground where the dark castle lies.
So that I never meet with disgrace
Down beneath the ground where the dark castle lies.

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Wednesday, 19 August 2020

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