The dog ran towards me
Barking ferociously
The lady said
You have obviously spooked him
Then she called him Chloe
And I thought, obviously
Who’s spiking who here then
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
The dog ran towards me
Barking ferociously
The lady said
You have obviously spooked him
Then she called him Chloe
And I thought, obviously
Who’s spiking who here then
The young Japanese woman walks by
This was the road, now it isn’t
Please drive carefully, especially
Beware of the weeping willow
One of them had a camera
And a shoulder bag saying Mom
The other more of a hiker’s rucksack
To go with her forward’s gait
The 257 bus arrived
Just as I reached Bamford station
If I had have waited for all of that time
Would any of it have been wasted
I am not sure
If I should sit
For I am only
Half-way home
But that one tree
On the far horizon
Captivated
My every thought
So I did sit
And gifted
These few words
To all of those
Who are lucky enough
To pass this way
At the very beginning
Of autumn
I am in
The Yorkshire Bridge Inn
I have ordered
Homemade Steak & Kidney Pie
And a pint of Farmer’s Blonde
By the local Bradfield Brewery
Actually it will be my second
For I was here an hour ago
But they stop serving food
(Perhaps to give the cook a break)
Between three and four
So I had to turn and turn again
I’ve got a long walk back
To the Bamford Quaker House
Where I am staying, already
I am over six thousand steps
And that’s just with the getting here
Let alone that tricky trek home
We are inquisitive
The human race
Women more than men
Yes I think so
But there again
In case
You had not noticed
I am a man
So there I was
On the footpath
Along the bank
Of Ladybower reservoir
And to my knowledge
But please do correct me
There is no Lord Bower
Other than my old friend John
Who died
Quite possibly of alcohol poisoning
With that I say goodbye
And welcome to my mother