Lines

Buildings, Photography

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Thursday 26th April 2018

Camera used : Nikon D3100 with 50mm Lens

Sat in the toolshed (my workspace, where i compose this blog)

I took this photo in response to the photo challenge Lines as theres an awful lot of them in it.

with the feathered friends elsewhere – i saw the lines of solar panels on the roof – all set out in formation

then there’s the lines of branches in the tree behind the house

Lines of tiles lining the roof in very tidy order

and last but not least the lines of bricks in the end wall of the semi detached house

Christmas Tree

Christmas, Poetry

Salford 5th December 2017

A poem originally wrote by inky for Allpoetry.com, now making an appearance here as the christmas embargo is officially over!

(wrote on St Andrews Day….)

I’m writing on St. Andrew’s Day,
to make a festive plea.
Don’t neglect mother nature
for the sake of a Christmas tree.

Now, before you all yell “Humbug!”
at my festive rhyme
consider if you will the subject
that i’m spending the time.

yon Scots pines have been up in the highlands,
where its taken some time to grow
for some forester to swiftly chop it down
with one or two axe blows

“Its tradition!” I’ll hear the hardened
who don’t listen to my plea
they say it’ll thrive – its not even alive
as the needles fall from the tree

So get yourself one in a bucket
one wi fresh branches and shoots
after chrimbo and snow – it’ll continue to grow
in a place where it’ll spread its roots

and you’ll see it in garden each winter
as it grows upon year after year
and the children will play, wi the toys on the day
the tree brings the Christmas Cheer

Olive tree

Colours, Food, Poetry

#coloryourworld #cyw #olive-green

hanging delicately from your branches

in a cast of thousands

your colour casts Down on white chalky soil

as you soak up the rays from the Mediterranean sun

what you hold is prized up and down the land

by the farmer, the chef and the food fan

as you paint the town green

under azure blue skies.

Sapling

Birds, Garden, Nature, Poetry

Down, in the forest, in established wood

A sapling now stands where an acorn once stood

He sat on the floor of green in the park

And ran his own gauntlet during day and the dark

Avoiding squirrels and dogs that would bark

And soon he’ll grow tall, reaching up into the sky

And up to his branches the birds they will fly.

As birds fly back from the east to the west

To create a new home in the tree that’s the best.