#OctPoWriMo
6th October 2018
You’ve been trying to climb that hill for a while now
facing off against its challenges
its crags, sharp sides and slippy hand holds
not to mention the wet slate underneath
dark purples your pals as you rose
overcoming every obstacle in your way
take in the rewards at the top
the view of the blue sky – its lovely.
#365daysofwriting #Backtoschool
Salford 25th July 2018
If i could go back to school, to master a subject – i reckon it would be Geography i’d do
Not English or History (even though i’ve got an interest in those subjects) – Geography.
You see, even though i’ve made my way through the toughest routefinder map, i still have my doubts how all those lines determine height and depth. It would interest me no end on how those maps of mine translate to modern day life.
It might also fill an hour (or two) of my day. with some unofficial field trips to the pennines and lake district 🙂
the triangle a simple one
heat air and fuel
started by a little spark
amongst the smallest of shavings
Little flame eating
everything around it
kept at bay
by logs and bricks
Starting off slowly
the flames begin to grow
dining on everything near it
apart from the Billy can above
bread on a green stick
changes with the dancing flames
from dough to delight in seconds
with help from the makeshift grill
smells of the barbecue
rise in the air
as backwoods sausages
add fuel to the flames
light and warmth
dancing slowly in the moonlight
till all that are left
are the glowing impish coals
staff of life
the end of life
for the fire that maintained life
Round the campfire circle
A summer morning, Worsley woods, west of Manchester
the sun just peaking through the nest of trees
circle of tents in various spots
and a scout leader starting the beginnings of an altar fire
little faces pop out of the niger tents to grab a view
breakfast served at 8 am sharp
but first, a mug of tea
some make a break for the toilet block
as sausage and eggy bread sizzle in a pan
orders given to the sous chef … he keeps his eye on the food
and slowly the camp leader makes his way to the pole
and all stand still in observance
the flag is released from its bonds
and flies high in the gentle breeze , proudly to attention
and all present give a salute
before breakfast is served
Life is a long branch of events and choices
some shy away from making decisions
whilst others grab the bull by the horns
climbing the rockface
or in some cases – jumping off it
So – when it comes down to it
the decisions you make are yours
will you dip your toes in the shark infested sea
or play russian roulette with crusty crustaceans on the beach ?
all those decisions – are down to you
Salford (via Cumbria), 14th March 2018
going uphill on the
rocky sharp surfaces of a cliff
arms stretched out, reaching for the nearest
safe hand hold, clinging on as you ascend to the
pinnacle….enjoy the view when you get there
Salford 23rd December 2017
Christmas festivities have been going on a pace this week, and as a typical Salfordian Male – i made the error of letting it wash all over me till This week
Strange as it may seem though – i’ve covered everybody’s christmas presents (even dad’s)
The Nephew’s will be getting their Merlin Passes renewed – the largest purchase – and i’ll leave that till after boxing day
Mum and Little Blister have their chrimbo pressies sorted as have Dad and B-I-L but i’m not bringing up what i’ve bought them less they read this blog.
Will no doubt be meeting up with Uncles and Aunties over christmas – and purchases will be made post boxing day and delivered in the run up to new year
Happy Christmas everyone…..If it seems i’ve gone ‘off grid’ for the next few days – its because i have….this bear will be hibernating….love christmas….cant stand the cold!
An original piece of poetry by yours truly, It originally appeared on the Pages of Allpoetry.com but i’ve added a few lines and decided to share the new copy with the wordpressors – Hope you like it
His multi layered coat
is on his back
kinder scout area….
can expect an attack
He’s been planning this trek
out to the Peaks and his
movement theirin for about
eight weeks
His bag is packed,
his lunch – made up
thermos and map
and his favourite cup
Warm woollen socks
(to keep out the cold)
Thermal Fleece
(more precious than gold)
Wallet and Keys –
In a very safe place
and Binoculars –
to observe the wide space
Penknife to pull out occasional stones
Notepad to record thoughts, drawings and tones
Money in wallet for the Bus and his tea
and watch , so he’s back for his dinner early
Small First aid kit – in case of mishap
(he hopes wont happen – to this happy chap)
Doesn’t need a car, a boat or a bike
Just a strong pair of boots
He’s off on a Hike 
A top of a
Small hill can feel like Mt everest to a small child
Conquering the challenge of
Elevating themselves so far, from
North South East and West – they can see all around them
Descending might take a bit longer – but first take in the view
17th August 2017
Middlewood scout camp, Worsley, Salford
Maybe it was
in the act of “doing our duty” that the
dedication of raising and lowering the union flag each
day at camp, reminded those
little or big, to “do their best”
even in the smallest of acts – from
washing the pots , to keeping their tent clean
over time, we’d learn a lot at that campsite – but we’d always
observe the traditions of flagbreak, each
day and evening
