Sunday evening, is a whole lot quieter than Sunday morning
Outside, the rumble of traffic is down to a minimum
Unless it’s a plane or a train you want to catch
Navigating those roads should be a breeze
Double glazing muffles any noises, and the wildlife are
Sleeping in their beds soundly, keeping warm
Salford 19th June 2018
#life #travel #sunrise #breakfast #morning
I woke up early this morning, the local wildlife were up with the sun. I’m unaware of what they were discussing….probably breakfast, or maybe football ⚽️ . If anybody knows what rooks , blackbirds, song thrushes, and pigeons talk about over breakfast…please let me know
I spotted two aircraft travelling over the skies of Salford this morning. Don’t know where they were going, but I’m sure it was some place nice and hot. Sun is slowly making its way above the horizon in the east, soon it will be bright and sunny
The soft rolling traffic from the early morning Trafford road makes a somewhat pleasant accompaniment to the sound of the ticking clock. But in what’s now known as a twenty four hour society/world , there’s always deliveries to be made, early morning jobs to get to and work to be done
There’s a break in the quiet rumble of the traffic, as a Motorcycle rider mistakes one of the carriageways for a stretch of the Isle of Man TT race course. It’s awoken the pigeons kipping in the eaves of the nearby apartment block.
Another trail of white crosses the Salford skies as the rumble of early morning traffic continues. The broadcasters will be preparing the news items for delivery about now, whilst out on the waterfront, as the deliveries come in and out of the factories of Trafford park, and noise from The Trafford road begins to grow, feathered residents of the nearby basins are flexing their webbed feet , attending to cygnets and goslings all and pondering the really important issues of the day,
What’s for breakfast ?
Wail like a graceful swan dear driver
it doesn’t matter – everyone around you is looking
to others – its like the circus is in town
the only things missing are your make up and
evaporating sense of humour
reacting to traffic was never your strong point – and its showing
#Blogging101 #Napowrimo #Day16 #Almanac poem
Hi readers! Today’s Almanac challenge on Naprowrimo.net has given me the perfect opportunity to pull out of my notebook box, a character piece set in Manchester’s Piccadilly Gardens…during the time of recent anti-austerity protests.
(A tale not told of any human, but a road-cone!!!)
The Road Cone’s Lament
It’s really windy today!
I feel so cold
Autumn’s leaves below me
in red , brown and gold
And here I sit here, today –
up high in the air
on a nobleman’s head
does anyone care
I’m supposed to protect people
round the holes I can see
but those public around
are now staring – at me!
As I’ve turned the enobled
into a figure of ‘fun’
would the builders who left me
know just what they’ve begun ?
The people who lifted me
having taken their chance
now sing round the marble
as they wave and they dance
And those men of importance
pass by with a glare
As I wobble on the statue
in the cold air