Memories

Picture sorting
Memories thrive
Times when courting
Happy … alive

Happy couple
Hand in hand
Wading in
The sea and sand

Sunrays, sunshine
Carefree fun
Crowded beach
Tan overdone

Sunscreen reminder
Paid no heed
Soreness, sorrow
Regretful deed

Specialist implored
'Heed my advice'
He was ignored
Yet he said it twice

Picture sorting
Memories thrive
Times when courting
Happy … alive

The Wanderer Returns

Yes, after five weeks, two more than expected because of Iceland's volcanic eruption, the wanderer has returned. He didn't come empty handed either, bringing a quantity of souvenirs which I thought I would share with you.

First, let's have a cuppa!

Bringing a boomerang was a good idea, you never know when the opportunity to use it may arise

I don't know anyone who has a gold prospecting dish in their house, let alone bottled gold

Beautiful Kangaroo and baby

Tea mug with picture of Laughing Kookaburra

Five fridge magnets

Model of the famous Puffing Billy

And a gift from Emirates to make the journey more comfortable

I also have the lady's bag but Blogger didn't want me to show it. It's pale ecru and contains a variety of toiletries by BVLGARI ... nourishing handcream and face cream, perfume, and a refreshing towel ... plus a leather covered mirror, toothpaste, folding toothbrush, hairbrush and comb. As you can see the passengers got suede eyeshades and a pair of comfortable socks.

Sign of the Times!

Not my fault!
He was drunk.
His brain was
In a funk,
With Drugs.

Okay though
I was safe wiv me knife

Not MY fault!
He lashed out
Aimed for me face
Couldn’t have that -
Flippin' disgrace!

Okay though

I still had me knife

Not my FAULT!
He shoulda
Stood back.
He shoulda known
I would attack

Okay then, I

reached for the knife

Asked him outright
Your life or mine?
He didn’t reply
Didn’t give him
The time

Honest, Your Honour
It WASN’T my fault

My Tree

No-one knows the story,

only me
No-one knows the wisdom

of the old oak tree
He stood alone for many years

and watched the world go by
Seeing ever changing shapes

of clouds high in the sky

He talks to all the people,

although they never listen,
But I suspect the children know

he sheds some tears that glisten
Because he feels so lonely

and very, very sad
That everything in the world

today seems so very bad

But through the daily troubles

my tree still stands, so still
And straight and mighty

with an overwhelming will
To spend the time so patiently

to await the coming days
When the world will slowly calm itself

and gently change its ways