#FOWC #History
Heralds wrote tales down in books, while
in caves, our ancestors painted the tales on walls
some documenting the building of great monuments
then others, telling tales of the horrors of war
of course, the stories that remain are the ones in the books
retold by scholars for minds of a different age, and
yet – time passes by – and History moves forward
#poetry #learning #expectation
Salford 16th February
A piece on school visits
Three coaches rolled up in the car park
One blue, one black, one green
Passing auntie, the football and the shops
Traffic jams were no fun
Or Waiting for the man with the sign to
Pass go from stop
There were grumbles getting off the coach
Old Trafford exchanged for the war museum
Pupils listening to sir, bore on
The security …. more of the same, but
Out of a corner….a new name
Person from a new place….change of space
Tanks and planes…new things to see
Objects to touch….and all for free
People to tell tales of air land and sea
And your guide at the entrance is about the space
A person to turn to with a friendly face
Telling a tale of the car, plane and gun
Making your visit a bit more fun
#Fowc #Advance #Museums
A group of eager young minds
Dropped in on a historical building or two today
Very interested in taking in the displays
And getting a feel of some real items used of the time
Now , anyone could tell their enthusiasm was building as one or two led a
Charge up the stairwell –
Except for one thing – none of them knew their way around!
#fowc #basket
behind each little basket on Halloween night
a little munchkin , male or female, in a
spooky costume, and as the treats
keep on coming this receptacle
eventually fills all the way to the top
toffees, sweets and chocolates for spooky visitors
Salford, Thursday 24th October 2019
They’d spent days planning this
sourcing the location
and the straw to build
their balefire
The structure they said
would have to be sound
for the safety of little uns
watching around
so they stacked up the straw
and waited for dawn
before setting alight
the straw and the thorn
And whilst straw burned away
things glowed in the air
as rockets and whistlers
lit up the fair
#lightsofjerusalem #fridayfictioneers #octpowrimo
Saturday 19th October 2019
A response to the Photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-fields – Web Here
They had arrived in the night
on this little street in town
in an effort to send a message
to those walking around
Little ones smiled – not at all scared
as their coloured lights shone and flared
and locals did point and smile
so the visitors decided to stay awhile
Salford, 25th September 2019
#Salford #Children #Parking #Gardens #Street #Sports
In order to save themselves some pocket money
the sports fans find convenient side streets
parking off the main road on the way to the stadium
One by one, they move on to empty paving
ignoring the call of the parking charge
plastered on the nearby wall
Playing fields and abandoned land
Perfect Places for those with a nose (and Permit)
to Place a spot for incoming visitors
Kids sit forlorn – as their playspace
finds itself taken over for 48 hours
by hawkers with money on their mind
Traffic jams – a certainty
as kids take over the abandoned tarmac
for an impromptu game of rounders
Call it horse riding with a difference
As the music starts and your horse goes
Round and Round
On the edge – you see your mum and dad cheer you on
Until its time to get off your ride’s back
Sailing in circles, one after the other
Enjoyment, with lights and music
Loving every Minute
in response to https://patriciasplace.me/2019/07/17/in-other-words-the-beach/
three sets of feet – Walking on the Sand
Rendezvous with candy floss
Sweet stuff acquired – but only two pairs of feet
Smaller pair of toes, treated by Big Feet
To a Piggyback
Salford, 5th July 2019
A piece of poetry, taken from my repository on Allpoetry.com
The rotten apple of the bunch,
was saved from sentence of th’bin
it was placed inside a plot of soil
and kept warm there and in.
Now Children wondered – would it grow,
with loads of apples there in tow?
Dad he watered plot every day
So apple could try to make its way
And as the apple started to root,
from out of the ground – popped up a shoot
the apple had started its journey to be
a lovely fruitful apple tree
And leaves and branches started to take
as Dad and Children round tree did rake
and then one day – as the sun it did rise
the family had a fruity surprise!
Little Green apples hung from the tree,
occasionally pecked by a bird or a bee
these would grow – and time would fly
and then the apples – would end in a pie!
