Waiting for the springtime

Acrostic, Poetry, Weather

17th March 2018

Sat in the toolshed on St Patricks Day

Noting the barometer turned

Over from Frosty to warm

When all of a sudden the mercury goes into

Fast flowing freefall

And white powdery masses

Land like leprechauns

Lightly covering rooftops and cars

Dim

Character, Poetry, Transport, Travel, Weather, Winter

Dim

In the dawn light of a winters morning

its very hard to see

why the important man with his

very important briefcase

should be stood at the platform

getting covered in snow

if he’d listened to the announcer –

a bus arrived two minutes ago

but he let it pass

and like an ass

he stands there in the snow

in the Dim light of the station

Will he catch his train….hmmm? No.

Skeleton Bob

Poetry, Sport, Sports

A winter Olympiad poem, inspired by the Gb team

I watched in awe as off they flew

Down the run of ice clear blue

On a craft to generate speed

Carving through ice quickfast was the need

As excited crowds they passed on by

They cheered them on as athletes did fly

And they did this more than once or twice

Navigating track all covered in ice

Aiming to make the fastest time drop

Running through finish line before they did stop

And repeating the task to achieve bronze thru to gold

To beating the clock in the ice and the cold

Enjoying the Christmas Lights

Christmas, Holidays, Outdoor Pursuits, Poetry

Salford 23rd December 2017

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Christmas festivities have been going on a pace this week, and as a typical Salfordian Male – i made the error of letting it wash all over me till This week

Strange as it may seem though – i’ve covered everybody’s christmas presents (even dad’s)

The Nephew’s will be getting their Merlin Passes renewed – the largest purchase – and i’ll leave that till after boxing day

Mum and Little Blister have their chrimbo pressies sorted as have Dad and B-I-L but i’m not bringing up what i’ve bought them less they read this blog.

Will no doubt be meeting up with Uncles and Aunties over christmas – and purchases will be made post boxing day and delivered in the run up to new year

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Happy Christmas everyone…..If it seems i’ve gone ‘off grid’  for the next few days – its because i have….this bear will be hibernating….love christmas….cant stand the cold!

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Mr frosts return

Photography, Poetry, Weather, Winter

Salford, 11th December

They said the mercury was rising today

Well, someone didn’t inform Jack Frost and his winter imps

For as I write, sat perched in a chair by a radiator

They appear to have left pretty patterns

All over peoples car windows and roofs

Seems like he’s skipped across the skies too,

As there’s a definite blue streak across Salford skylines

Degree

Learning, People, Poetry

Degree

As the honour was laid on him

the ennobled made a request

could the hall staff keep the dining room warm ?

he thought that it was best

see he’d climbed up great Mount Everest

without even catching a chill

but drafty University corridors

were enough to make him hold still

turn up  the heating …. tutors shouted

before our guest he does flee

we need to hear him give his speech

so see the heat up by a degree

Another Winters Morning

Canalside, Fishing, Water, Waterside

Fishing

As the mercury begins its annual retreat

the angler keeps a watch

the winter water, dark and cold

as silvery sources flicker

 

Hot air turning to almost fog

as chair it rests on sawn up logs

and line it sits, still, with great aplomb

as angler watches for a flicker

 

The float bobs away

in the ice cold soup

slight winds make it bob and loop

but not yet beyond its line it stoops

 

Ripples in water – give something away

as down in the depths – something does play

so sat angler waits – and beef tea he does pour

whilst listening to sports news on Radio four

 

But then there’s some action – could that be a Pike ?

the float swings round wildly – It’s the chain off a bike

and bubbles arising ? – the laughter of the fish

who’ve stopping being put on the wall or a dish