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Cycling

Going Manual

#FFFC

Walking down the path

People found it odd

the cyclist ambling down the paved road

on two feet

Smiling as she walked

on the wet paving stones

and occasionally – splashing in puddles

When asked why

she wasn’t riding through town

her answer was simple

her helmet was back at the velodrome

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Art Beach Poetry

On the Sands

#beach #quiet #moment

Early morning

calm before the chaos

watching the sun pop its head

above the waterline

catching those precious

early morning rays

watching her shadow like a little girl

as she leaves footprints in the sand

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Poetry

Walking off the beaten track

#fffc #octpowrimo

Image c/o Google Hub Photos.

Walking down the beaten track

from sandy coast to apartment

passing the locals in their flats

i’m enjoying the sun on a warm summers day

carrying a bucket of trinkets

turfed up by the ocean

by the time i get back they’ll be dried off

and i’ll have something to do

while the sun heads beyond the horizon

Categories
Outdoors Photography Places Pleasures Poetry

Vista

#writephoto #vista

View from the top of this very big hill

is breathtaking (literally)

some say its a bit barmy climbing up all that way

to take a picture or admire the view – but

at the end of the day – its worth it (even better with a picnic)

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Autumn Colours Nature Outdoors Poetry

Octpowrimo – Seeing

#Octpowrimo #Seeing

Look down the path – and what do you see ?

cascade of colours moved by the autumn breeze

or cold bare branches, bending in the wind ?

I can see an opportunity

to be the first person through the leaves – before the snow 🙂

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Poetry

The Journey

#writephoto #thejourney

Salford (via Rochdale and Oldham), 17th August 2019

A Walker on a hill.

a tale of a rambler , by inky for the writephoto challenge

He went a walk with an empty backpack and staff

off to get a loaf of bread

many hadn’t heard from him for days, some

even thought him dead

For his boot prints went on and on

for what others saw as miles

past footpath and valley , hill and dale

and spot of nature where he’d stay a while

enjoying the fine weather

the silence and peace

and wildlife around him

it was a release

Drawing a scene half way up a hill

taking in sunshine and cup o’ tea till

time came to face his fate

coming back home far too late

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Character Clothes Poetry

Old Shoes

Salford 23rd September 2018

I remember the day i first bought them,

fresh out of the box and smelling like they’d just come out of the factory

They fitted my feet nicely, but i’d been told i needed to break them in

so over the next few days – i wore them in the house

as i got the feel of them i took them down the Trafford Road

getting them wet in a Greater Manchester rain storm

being well waxed – it didnt effect them for a while

time however is a fickle thing – and my shoes have lost their hardened exterior

My slippers look on in envy, as my feet feel comfy in the broken down softness

wont be long before a trip to the shoe shop – and a rendezvous with the recycle bin

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Outdoor Pursuits Outdoors

Hike

Hike

An original piece of poetry by yours truly, It originally appeared on the Pages of Allpoetry.com but i’ve added a few lines and decided to share the new copy with the wordpressors – Hope you like it

His multi layered coat
is on his back
kinder scout area….
can expect an attack

He’s been planning this trek
out to the Peaks and his
movement theirin for about
eight weeks

His bag is packed,
his lunch – made up
thermos and map
and his favourite cup

Warm woollen socks
(to keep out the cold)
Thermal Fleece
(more precious than gold)

Wallet and Keys –
In a very safe place
and Binoculars –
to observe the wide space

Penknife to pull out occasional stones
Notepad  to record thoughts, drawings and tones
Money in wallet for the Bus and his tea
and watch , so he’s back for his dinner early

Small First aid kit – in case of mishap
(he hopes wont happen – to this happy chap)
Doesn’t need a car, a boat or a bike
Just a strong pair of boots
He’s off on a Hike

Categories
Acrostic Poetry Winter

Careful Now

Gingerly

Got to admit, that first layer of frost on the ground

In-stills me with an air of trepidation

Not exactly fear, but as you make your way from here to there

Going across the icy surfaces

Expect a slip or slide or two – especially by the

Roadside pavements where Jack frost refuses to budge

Little steps carefully taken are what’s required here, or

You’ll slip up on that iced up path

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Beach Growing up Places Pleasures Poetry

Impression

impression

Salford (Via Llandudno), 14th June 2017

footprints-in-sand.jpg

Four sets of feet walking in line on the beach

As you follow the line of footprints

Patterns begin to emerge

as footprints snake from east to west

smaller feet seemingly running rings around the big ones

but as we reach the end of the walk

these little feet disappear

washed away by northern water ? – No!

on their way to Fish and Chips

a little one has had his pips

his battery – is a little whacked

so Grandad has given him a piggyback.