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Fairground Poetry

In their finest

Salford, 9th January 2019

On a Sunday morning,

In the bright sunshine

You’ll see them all

In their finest

Taking a walk

With husband or wife

Along with the children,

Escaping the strife

No work for the blacksmith

The shops are all closed

They’ve all been to church

So a walk is proposed

And while making their way

To the local town fair

Some humbugs and sweets

The family will share

As mum and dad rest

In their boaters and hats

The children play games

With the balls and their bats

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Clouds Poetry Weather

Singing in the rain

#In light of the lack of a fresh writing prompt – i’ve poached this one from the wordpress e-book – 365 Writing prompts….enjoy….inky.#

Salford 16th June 2018

Inclement is how the weathermen would have put it

the weather itself couldn’t make its mind up

the sun was out – the birds were tweeting – and everyone was content

that was of course till two sets of clouds collided into one another

and slowly, but surely, small waterdrops began to fall from the sky

pitter pattering into puddles – easily covered by peoples umbrellas

until the raindrops sped up – and turned into stairrods

filling up birdbaths and heading for waterways

the quickest way they could

ladies and gents diving for cover under the nearest shelter

till quick as it arrived – the stairrods departed

and cotton-wool clouds replaced the grey ones

while birds enjoyed the relax

in a pool provided by the cloud