Making Way


Making way with following seas

To destinations new we are bound

A new year offers opportunities fresh

Where discoveries await to be found

Not held back by what has come before

With confident hearts we proceed

No anchoring in there here and now

Timidly letting our fears succeed



Fleece, Hide, Wool, Sheep, Fluffy

In ancient times we are told

Jason sought a fleece of gold

His bravery is clear from that story old

But Gideon, I think was even more bold

For he used a fleece – God to test

Not once – but twice he made requests

And in the end he had to reflect

That he had to do what God expects

So if we wish with God to connect

The tasks He gives we shouldn’t reject

But like Jason and Gideon of times old

We should true to our missions hold


Rag Tag – Fleece

In A Cloud Of Fury

Industry, Steam, Factory, Metal, Night

The steam billowed into the compartment uncontrollably. It was going to prove a disaster not only for those unfortunate enough to be caught up in the scalding deluge, but for the workers at the plant as a whole. There would be no more work on that day, or for several weeks to come owing to both the investigation and the repairs that were to follow the accident.

In time it was ruled to be human error, an act of ineptitude beyond all comprehension. But while the inexperience of the operator was the trigger factor, it was not his ineptness alone that caused the disaster. No if inept folly was to be laid at the feet of anyone, it was the shift manager that was to blame for giving a job to his corner-cutting nephew in the first place.

Meanwhile at the late manager’s home, his widow attempted to console her grieving sister. Never again would the latter ask a favour, and never again would her sibling offer one.



FOWC with Fandango — Inept

Humble Destiny

Iga Palacz at Unsplash

A cobbled lane weaves through the town

And for those that know the way

Their fortunes can along it be made

As they discover destiny

It may seem to you a humble street

Past daub and wattle houses quaint

But there are those there you might meet

With opportunities for you to aquaint

Jack did here meet a man

As his cow to market he led

A few beans he did recieve

Worth great riches, so he said

The rest of the story is well known

Riches he did recieve

So don’t be fooled by humble looks

For their simplicity can deceive

Take your chances

Tread cobbled lanes

Seek your destiny

And you too might

Come to fame

If only you believe



The Bridge

Historical Odtwórstwo, The Middle Ages

Image by Michał Koper from Pixabay 

It had been a small engagement, and an unnecessary one.  Seventy men fought for a remote bridge that no one really wanted.  Both main armies were approaching each other forty miles upstream.  Even if they were closer to this position, it was unnecessary.  The summer had been dry and the river barely a trickle, especially at the ford which was a mere half mile away.  But fought they did.

The Bear Clan had gained the western approach to the crossing just before dawn. Thirty men, some as young as fifteen massed to block the Wolves’ advance.  Through the morning mist they could hear the quiet conversations of the forty Wolf-men as they approached, unaware of the Bear’s arrival on the span.

Without warning, or orders, young Kildrin let loose a shaft towards the advancing voices.  It fell well short, but served to bring the Wolve’s into battle array.

Forming a wedge the Wolves, led by the veteran Rithard Bonebreaker, mounted the eastern side of the narrow structure.  No more than four men could stand abreast, and that made wielding weapons next to impossible.  The result was a battle of attrition, with each side plugging the gaps of fallen comrades.

Though braced for the onslaught, the Bears had neither the numbers nor the experience to halt the Wolves in the end.

After nearly thirty bloody minutes, the eight remaining Bear-men broke and fled into the forest beyond, allowing the “invasion force” of the remaining seventeen Wolves to enter their lands.


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