Beach, Emotions, Parks

Calm

Calm

Crowds sit in seaside hotels

All in a state – the beach is closed because of winds

Local kids cant fly their kites, say the lifeguards

Making the kids unhappy

 

Cause of the distress ?

All due to tomorrows weather forecast,

Look up to the air, at the clear blue sky

Maybe they’ve got it wrong – stop fretting.

 

Cold air’s coming in from the sea

And they say it’s going to whip up some huge waves

Look at the sea tonight though – gently lapping at the shore

Moments of sheer peace as you sit watching the moon

 

Cheerful thing is – there’s still chance to fly

At the local park across the way

Lets not get distressed, we can return to the beach tomorrow

Maybe, we could have some pancakes on our way home

 

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Nature, Poetry, Seaside, Seasons, Weather

Northerly and westerly

in response to the prompt
Wind
 

A Blustery wind

on a stretch of sand

a perfect launchpad

to set off a kite

 

As it captures

the northern breeze

it rises high

and its tail follows

 

Watch as the wind

and the sun in the sky

paint colours down

on the seaside below

 

Twisting and turning

the kite ducks and dives

using the wind

to stay alive

 

Other Kite poems : https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2015/10/24/ode-to-a-kite/

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Home, Leisure, Life, Pleasures, Poetry, Travel

A Blogger, Unplugged

Bloggers, Unplugged

Salford, November 2015
 

I’ve got to freely admit – I’m kind of New to this blogging thing.

However , it works in parallel with my other writing habit – poetry

So, when the need arises – the laptop i’m typing at now gets turned off…

(right now – dedicated bloggers reading this are either screaming, wailing, weeping or a combination of all three…if it’s the last one – SNAP OUT OF IT!)

I’ll pack my satchel – with some writing/drawing material and some hand made sandwiches (normally Corned Beef with HP sauce, or Chicken with Cranberry), and my Camera (with spare batteries – Just in Case) .  My Ipod gives me something to listen to if I decide to take a longer journey

And then with Satchel Packed, and Wallet, Phone and Bus Pass to hand, I’ll head into the wild blue yonder (Normally via Greater Manchester’s Metrolink Service or nearest Bus) and take in the scenery of the parks and gardens the place I call home has to offer.

Take my railcard with me – I could be on the sands within half an hour.

It refreshes the batteries , particularly if its kite-flying weather.

(An Old Spruce is bending in the back garden as i’m typing this – if it wasn’t for the clouds above – i’d be outside today)

And then once refreshed – I’ll head back home

With A Smile, and a happy heart

and perhaps a doodle or scribble for a future blog….

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Character, Clouds, Nature, Weather

A Clouds Tale

Some readers might think they recognise this post – I haven’t reposted it.  This poem was an inspiration for a “Tale of a Kite”

The clouds were playing in the clear blue sky
when one got frustrated with one of his toys
he’d found it on a stretch of sand
and was quite happy watching it fall and land
but try as he might he couldn’t make it fly
and gave aloud a little cry
Said mother nature to the lad
“now now little one its not all a fuss
the tail needs untangling – it could have been worse”
She fixed it up with bits of shell
washed up plastic , and marble as well
and when all was well, the cloud blew it in the air
playing in th’sunshine without a care

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Outdoors, Poetry, Weather

Ode to a Kite

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With the last rays of summer making their way on the horizon in Europe, the mercury retreating, the leaves changing colour and falling from the trees – as well as a pick up in the wind speed it’s been a perfect time to go Kite Flying…so I’ve written this little poem in honour of all those hardy lads and lasses who’ll be out this weekend

Running behind you – it catches the air,
Rising to the clouds without a care.
Colours reflect off its colourful tail
as through the air you watch it sail.
Turning and twisting as you move the line,
Your kite it does cartwheels – everything’s fine!
Turning in circles from east to the west
performing stunts that you think are the best.
But then the wind drops as you give it your all
and little birds take cover as your kite starts to fall.
The wind it slows down as it starts to stop
and your kite it falls gently – in a gradual drop
Landing by entrance – with its tail round the gates
You rescue it and head home – for your dinner plate.
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Childhood, Parks, Poetry

Tale of a Kite

Running behind you – it catches the air,
Rising to the clouds without a care.
Colours reflect off its colourful tail
as through the air you watch it sail.
Turning and twisting as you move the line,
Your kite it does cartwheels – everything’s fine!
Turning in circles from east to the west
performing stunts that you think are the best.
But then the wind drops as you give it your all
and little birds take cover as your kite starts to fall.
The wind it slows down as it starts to stop
and your kite it falls gently – in a gradual drop
Landing by entrance – with its tail round the gates
You rescue it and head home – for your dinner plate.

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