The road pleasant dappled in shade
The path easy, level; good time to be made
And thus the road to us beckons
What lessons and adventures may lie in store?
What things will we do to enhance our lore,
On this beckoning road?
One foot before the other, and so we go
Waiting for destiny to make its show
As the road beckons and calls
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #139
I have come to pay a visit
To fill you in on things
I know that you will listen
To the news that I bring
You will not interrupt me
You were always good that way
I will share with you the latest
Then visit again another day
Someday I know you’ll answer
When we meet again face to face
But for now its good to be near you
Even in this place
Is this George H’s coming of the sun?
Or is it the sign the rains have just begun
Coming or going – who is to say?
I guess we will need to wait and watch the sky today
2021 has been odd in East Anglia weeks of drought-like conditions followed by day after day of rain. We then had another dry spell with thunderstorms predicted for tonight and daily rain for the next week.
It wasn’t exactly like he rode into the sunset in the west, but he certainly rode away. As I sat on a rural roadway with a flat tyre and no spare or phone signal, I was approached by a mounted masked man (well it is the age of Covid) and what I could only assume was his trusty side-kick. He rode down the lane and ascertaining my plight said he would send help from the nearest village. Sure enough about a half hour later a recovery vehicle from the village garage arrived. In the end I was left with the lingering question: “Who was that masked-man, I wanted to thank him?”
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #135
“What are we looking for?” Poppy asked.
“Yarmy,” Kayleigh replied.
“Yes, it’s a sea creature, kinda like Nessy, but only found here in the waters near Great Yarmouth.”
“I’ve never heard of it,” Poppy said as she began fiddling with her camera.
“That’s because we haven’t discovered it yet, but we’re going to be famous.”
“No man is an island,”
At least that’s what they say
But an island can be a rock
Or a mound of clay
Standing above the waters’ flow
Not letting the current sway
It will claim its own sovereignty
And in its place will stay
Through rosette portals transforming light
To polycoloured beams radiant and bright
No simple aperture this architectural screen
But a window by which to observe heaven serene
Crimson’s Creative Challenge 131
Awash in a world unfamiliar
Like a lone feather carried away by a stream
Finding my way is awkward
As things aren’t always as they seem
I have made plans for the future
And often events have led them astray
But if I hold to my course
I hope to make my destination someday
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #130
I travel upwards upon the berm
A rampart of yesterday
What ran through the minds of those who first ascended
As the prepared to enter the fray?
For me it is a peaceful climb
If not but a little steep
But was it like to those who fell there
Causing widows and mothers to weep?
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #128
CCC # 127
As a scarecrow keeps the birds away
Our scarecovid keeps the disease at bay
She stands guard before our home
A sentry caring standing all alone
And with her we shall win
Against the virus that shut us in
Warding off virus off the ward with:
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #127