Day Out - To The Old Places

Beside the canal

By the empty reservoir

At the entrance to the tunnel

In the spring sunshine

Of one more leap year

What kind of town is this

What kind of town is the other

Either way

They are both a long way away

And that’s a fact

But then again

Not many places can be nearby

If as you say that the sea

Is one half of nearby

To your home locale

Whereas before

On the spine of the country

Where moorland, and peat, and bog

Happily co-exist, in more or less

Equal measure, to the rain

 

Let The Good Times Roll - And Roll On By They Will

Tuck into the shortbread

With caramel and chocolate toppings

Knowing full well

That this is bad for you

But also good for you

The child, sat in the child’s chair

Turns around, looks around

The taps his hands on the table

Much to the delight of his mother

His auntie, and his adoring grandma

This is the day

That he takes his first taste

On the path to sugar diabetes

Type I or type II who knows

But always supported by his family

  

Pause Button - Released

In another place

Which for these few moments

Becomes my space

So much so

That I unbutton

My overcoat

And wait

For the words to flow

As I listen to other people’s stories

  

Kumbh Mela - Albert Falzon

Straight ahead

With the energy

Of one man’s punt

Drifting along

With the guidance

Of one man’s oar

Embracing peace

Beneath the canopy

Of cotton and reed

Among a community

With a strength of purpose

To feed the soul

On a voyage

Along the holy river

Within his ambient sounds

  

Festival - Kumbh Mela

If this isn’t the time

When would be ok

If I wasn't to give a sign

What would you have me say

And so we begin

Floating through the water reeds

Same as it ever was is our sin

Turning time back to misspent deeds

If that wasn’t the case

What would be the truth

If I hadn’t joined the race

Would I be here and not aloof

And so we end

Walking on the open moors

Same as it ever was is to lend

The season to our universal cures