Hotel for the birds

Birds, Life, Nature, Outdoors, writing

Salford, 23rd March 2019

Modified from an instagram post i posted this morning,

When i wake up

What do i see, beyond the works of

Writing on my desk ?

Wide, are the curtains flung – from

West to east – bringing light to the painted

walls where i do most of my scribbling

Marshmallow pillows float

softly in Salford Skies as

flocks of feathered friends

return from their alfresco restaurant, to

five star accommodation – peering across towards my way

as they enjoy the view.

Falling through the cracks

Nature, Outdoors, Parks, Poetry

#octpowrimo #nature

Salford, 11th October 2018

It’s hard for a seed

To grow up in the big city

As it flies from its mum

And falls to the floor

Drifting in the wind

If lucky, it will land

Onto soft warm soil

But usually, it finds concrete

So it sleeps , and it grows

Fed by the rain

While it finds its own way

Through the sand and the drains

Popping up for sunshine

To the world saying hello

Don’t pull it from the pavement

For a bit, let it grow.

Here’s Another poem on a tree seed Helicopters, feel free to take a look and comment

Making my way through Maps

Learning, Life, Outdoor Pursuits, Outdoors, Poetry

#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 🙂

Looking out for the next image

Outdoors, Parks, Photography, Places

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Salford 4th June 2018

Another photography post, and yes, the image of the local park.

I posted it because after my journey into foreign lands, i’m now thinking upon my next photographic project.

which turn i’ll take – is anybody’s guess.  however there’s plenty of scope for me to take a look at.   Could be the Birds, Could be landmarks or i could tie up some of the poetry pieces with the photographic stuff.

Burn

Camping, Fire, Outdoor Pursuits, Outdoors, Poetry

Burn

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

 

 

Flagbreak

Camping, Cooking, Memories, Outdoor Pursuits, Outdoors, Poetry

Unfurl

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