#fowc #Delay
What is the Rush? Train Stopped
As it sits on Tracks, Locked
I am sat in the station cafeteria
Taking in a tea and cake
In expectation that the
Next locomotive is
Going where I want to go
travel
Mind the Gap
Accidents, Poetry, Transport, Travel#Fowc #Gap
The warning signs tell you
Mind the gap
but to some
it seems an elaborate trap
for all those important
seem to step over line
the message isn’t for them
to them – all is fine
but you find yourself making
an emergency call
as one ignores the gap
and one of them falls
What’s Awesome?
Poetry#Fowc #Awesome
Salford 4th June 2019
If this reads a bit like a list – It’s not supposed to be!
Things I’ve done, Places I’ve seen
Being a cog as part of a much larger machine
Taking up writing as self – therapy
Helping out run some great events for free
Greeting students at the museum door
Laying down tiles of a competition floor
Rising to heights of an ancient scene
Keeping a log of the places I’ve been
Track
Acrostic, Life, Poetry#Fowc #Track
Sunday 14th April
Two lines of sturdy steel
Rolling down the road, from point a to point b
A thing for the engine to be able to travel
Connecting people and places across this isle
Keeping people moving
Cats eyes
Life, Transport, TravelSalford, 9th April 2019
I never really got those markers in the road
why they called them after the pupils of my favourite feline
they followed each other from a to b
leading motorists in the dark
as their eyes lit up
they reminded me of turtles
out in a warmer sea
encased in a hardened case like shell
and saying “hello!” to me
Time travel
Beach, Growing up, Memories, Photography#Promptuarium #Photo Album
The Sands of time seem to pass
so slowly when you’re young
the cogs in the clock
seem like they don’t even move
And yet, sat with your nephews
on the big comfy sofa
you watch time go back
almost in an instant
Moments of fun
spent as a child
creating lines of sandcastles
on a northern beach
Decorations of seashells
and seaweed – covering the scene
as you and your pals
from down the street – enjoy an icecream
And faces gone – but not forgotten
look as fresh as the day the camera captured
the day little feet took a cautious dip
into northern waters
Fork in the road
Poetry, Travel9th February 2019
#Travel #Journey #Poetry #Decisions
You’ve travelled straight down this road
for what seems like an age
heading for a destination, unplanned
life seems so uncomplicated
following the signs in blue
and passing the trees in green
when all of a sudden – a yellow alert
a fork in the road
One way to the peaks , the other to Wales
Decision to be made
Blue John or Welsh Mountain Stone ?
Roast Dinner or Fish and Chips ?
Sun travel
Clouds, Poetry, Weather
#Weather #Poetry
Ra passed by his friends the clouds
as the earth turned Northern skies from Day to Dusk
in travelling from west to east
newly formed stratus went pink in surprise
by ra’s disappearance to a temperature rise
out on eastern skies began the day
while in northern skies moon and stars they played
No Place like home
Poetry, TravelSalford (Via Crete, Zakynthos, and Kos), July 21st 2018
Have Albus backpack will travel….
When i’m travelling, what things do i take for a piece of home
(1) My camera kit
It’s my hobby, and there’s no better time to capture some cracking scenery with my Nikon DSLR.
(2) Diary, Notepad and Writing stuff
When im out taking snaps, it pays to record where i’ve been. I normally keep a travel log of the events whilst im away, and this usually finds its way on to here,
(3) Boiled Sweets / Jelly Babies
I Buy these at the Airport, and they usually last all week.
(4) Paperback / Kindle / Phrasebook
Reading Material for when the beach is out of bounds, the phrasebook helps me with the street signs and if i need any local questions. The kindle also acts as my music box and has a couple of video games on it
Heading out west
Animals, Life, Photography, WeatherSalford 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 ?
