Personal Blogs

Once for surprise, twice for wonder

Fingers touching October frost.

Goose mother, if I am a child of yours

Please bear me home with you, when darkness falls.

In response to your enquiry concerning our recent monthly returns. They were intentionally sent to you as tightly rolled hard copy. This was intended to ease their insertion into your records.

Yours, Branch

On my doorstep a tiny alien.

"Me Ning"

"Consistency is all", I heard them say.

Who wants a world where everything is painted grey?

Grandad's been borrowing again to fund his skiing habit. It's a slippery slope.

If I were a leaf

You might catch me as I fell

It's supposed to be good luck.

When I was a child, I clasped to my ear a shell

Hearing there the ceaseless swell and ebb of the oceans.

My Gran did a supermarket price comparison. She says every Lidl helps.

My Dad got me a job as a puppeteer. Mind you, he had to pull strings.

Too confident I was        In my conscience

   I ran someone down       With my conscience

  And now have blood       On my conscience.

W.A. Mozart was no longer solvent or alive

After the age of thirty-five.

But although he died a debtor

His music has made millions of people feel bebtor.

"What an absolutely gorgeous little stream or whatever", Tom babbled.

"What a wonderful sight but it's hard to talk over the sound of falling water", Tom roared.

"This clear pure spring looks like the fountain of youth", Tom gushed.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, you see before one of Nature's Wonders, a Geyser", Tom spouted.