My Dear Friend June . The saddest time for us all a dear friend laid to rest none would doubt her renown she really was the best a kind and homely girl with such love she was blessed. . Young kids we were, when first met playing on the quiet streets talking endlessly on theContinue reading “My Dear Friend June”
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Homeless
Late afternoon, doorways are heaving shoppers aloof, life walks her by the young girl in the doorway none turns even an eye a sad sight to remember bowing my head, I wanted to cry. Huddled amidst a ragged duvet facing a bitter cold night a little comfort came down the soft glow of a streetContinue reading “Homeless”
A 1932 rocking horse
This is a Lines Sportiboy rocking horse I collected from an auction several years ago. The saddle was missing and most of the leatherwork. Its mane and tail were missing also, all except a few small strands on its head, enough to see its original colour of blonde. The horse is from c/c 1932. HereContinue reading “A 1932 rocking horse”
restored rocking horse
Here are before and after photos of a Patterson Edwards (Leeway) rocking horse. The right photo displays the horse in its manufactured state around the early 1960s. It is in its original condition as it came out of the factory, but in a sad state. The photo on the left is of the restored horse.Continue reading “restored rocking horse”
A Broken Heart Fixed
A BROKEN HEART FIXED. A restless night, troubled sleep rising at the crack of dawn I anxiously greet the day with broken heart, all forlorn, angioplasty on my mind It’s scheduled for mid-morn. Walking gingerly to my fate greeted with pleasant faces now I’m calm and at ease experts all of different races relaxed andContinue reading “A Broken Heart Fixed”
loneliness
LONELINESS The still black silent night no comfort the soul to kiss but loneliness and despair for which there is no wish Just sadness and thoughts of those happy times amiss. Life will always be so cruel to snatch away ones youth along with all its times of joy old age is so swift toContinue reading “loneliness”
Ebe
EBE Brother Stephen; no not a monkknown to friends and kin as Ebea working man playing the gameof life and joy, and all its dreams. Just to work, and drink, and enjoythrough its many toils and strifesometimes can be a weary taskas one travels the path of life. A night out with many good matesnotContinue reading “Ebe”
Boleskine House
BOLESKINE HOUSE. The property occupied the site of a Kirk (church) that had burnt down during a church service. The congregation was in attendance, and everyone inside died. Boleskine House also suffered a fire that caused a certain amount of damage. But not as severe as the later fires that almost destroyed it. Built aroundContinue reading “Boleskine House”
As I Creep Down the Staircase
As I creep down the staircase while my parents are asleep on a cold and frosty Christmas eve into the room I peep. I see the shining Christmas tree with the angel on the top and the only sound that I can hear is the ticking of the clock. I wonder, is he coming? orContinue reading “As I Creep Down the Staircase”
Maggie
MAGGIEHow shall we servethe working class?Put them in placelet’s kick their ass.They cry out for wagessay, what they deserve ask for the main mealgive them hors d’oeuvres.A hole in the groundor concrete and bricksa warehouse or factory turning out tricks.They’ll work them alland take all the licks. they’ll assemble our world.with shovel and pickBut theyContinue reading “Maggie”
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