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Tag: travel
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#napowrimo #writeclub #holidays A nod to Maire @ Writeclub for the prompt! we headed out to far off shores looking for the sun bags all packed, and hotel confirmed we were off to have some fun travelling past coastal seas and taking in nearby hostelries eating several cream teas on our journey to the sun…
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#napowrimo #art #water
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#writeclub #napowrimo They built a place by a running stream Technology basic but builders keen It was the beginning of the city Basic wells grew in size to the chieftains surprise and mud and straw to create huts were changed for stone – hewn and cut Houses needed food so they built some farms and…
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#Napowrimo #Writeclub Cheers to Jacqueline @ Writeclub for the prompt! I suppose its the direction of travel guided by the earth itself moving wheels round a orbital road with spokes heading off around to the nearest city, village or town on foot the directions a little bit longer but it makes the traveller a little…
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#socs #waytogo Where do you want to go today? Through Valleys, over Hills, Toward Seas Or perhaps near a Sea or a Lake a place that you can take a break Signs point out the places you know and the distance gets shorter the places you go but home seems so far away having travelled…
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Written in response to Sadje’s Sunday poser, Link Here It begins simply enough. Your grandparents, or great-uncles or aunties passing you an album for your sixth or seventh birthday slowly filling the book as each item is picked up places you’ve never been to finding their way to their allotted spot the craft develops over…
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Life a series of twists and turns some you make for yourself then…some are made for you in time – you come to a crossroads with new choices to make …. do you go down a new path – or stick to the path you’ve travelled? ! that’s a decision only you can make
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#Poetry #Flight #writeclub like a host of enthusiastic raindrops passing the window with colour like an apple and pear racing to reach the grass below like that fruit falling into a copper pan and resting on a pie crust like a host of travelling blossoms moved along by the wind like a worm dropping from…
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They’re off on a journey Travelling by air Through skies of blue The destination – yet unknown That depends on the breeze they chase The arrival time – when the wind drops Then they’ll take a siesta, in The nearest spot of soil Till time awakens them all and Their new flowers appear They may…
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#wdys Something strange in these sun covered streets, there’s no one around but the locals the medicine man said stay at home so in centrally heated houses they stay away from the sun covered shores the artworks and postcards sit solitary while cafe sombreros swing in the soft summer breeze with no one to hear…
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