Vittles

Less clear the beer in the restaurant
No fear
We have had our photographs taken already



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On Landing

Is there phlegm when you cough the doctor asked
Are there bicycles in Amsterdam I should have said

Is the warm head another sign of my illness
Do the busy places always burn so brightly

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Let Vacation Begin

Talk is of snowboards

Skateboards without wheels offers the grey haired older man

Father of the middle aged son who is doing most of the talking

Utah apparently is a good place

I therefore presume that these folks are related to the founding fathers

Descendants of those Boston pilgrims; why else would they be in Humberside Airport 

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In fighting practice

I have moved into the shade
Although the paper
Is still in dappled sunlight
And the shadow of thumb and pencil
Move across the page

The apple tree spreads across more
Than half the garden
On the day before the 4th July
The tree is so very heavily ladened
Though still yet to ripen

The fruits will fall
Some already have
And in the trees many years
Or even more years
Many more fruits have fallen

Yet each summer
And this one in particular
Life returns in abundance
Once again growth springs into beings
Love is here & love is all around us

Overhead
The dull groan of an aeroplane
Memories of two days ago
On the Lincolnshire Wolds
A most peaceful place on earth

Where two jet fighters
In a fighting practice
Two pilots
Moving at many
Hundreds of miles an hour

Where were they going
What were they to know
Showing their skills
Way above the farmer
With his plough

With his rake
With his seed
He moves ever so slowly
Studiously he takes time
He waits for the season

His reason is clear


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My office a garden

This is a Monday morning
My office a garden
My work
To care about the words I choose

To remember the dust laden
Smokestack chimneys
And frozen days
In the chosen clay pit quarries

To remember rising at five
On the road before daybreak
And bringing back
So little food for the soul

Here in the garden
I can smell the fresh cut grass
Listen to the birds and the flies
Hear the glide, the buzz and the zoom

My horizon
Is a blue sky
Above and beyond
The seven red brick chimneys

On this terrace row
There is only one roof-light
Only one room at night
For children to see the stars

Then thanks
Let us say thanks
For our imaginations
For to imagine a garden

A rosebud
A flower
Our own piece
Of loves memory at work


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