Oh man!what have you done.
When that time came, with out thinking,
about where it would it end.
You split the atom to make a bomb.
Knowing it would kill and maim,
destroy towns and cities for miles around.
But worse of all is the unseen predator,
thats killing us all.
Now you choose to tame the beast,
using all that power for electricity,
But what will you do with all that waste.
Buried in a special place out of the way.

Now everybody got that power too
so how long before someone lights the fuse.

winter chill

The broken gate points the way,
come inside walk across this land to the trees over there,
The frost beneath, chills your feet .
Getting closer to the trees, the mist is all around, hang just above the ground. Hearing the sound of the trees,
as they whisper how cold they feel,
with no leaves to bare. You see them crying as they drip tears
of dew into your hair

Tree life

Dead tree and Ivy standing all alone
beside a country road.
The tree once an acorn, started to grow
always giving birth to new leaf every day,
year after year getting stronger as new branches,
stretched out from the mighty trunk.

As time passes by, you began to die.
Carbon that once you would breathe, now so
strong it peels your bark, that too is washed away
by acid rain.
But all is not lost, as not to far away an acorn
slowly grows in the hedgerow,taken from you
by a hungry crow, then dropped it to the ground.

The new sapling is getting stronger by the day.
Only time will tell,if its able to do well,
in the changing world we live in.

taking it all in

love your thistle and take your reward

The light

A true and wondrous sight, light shining through the darkness.
Mans attempt is wondrous too, sending power through dark cables
to give us light, but none so bright as the suns, millions of miles away.

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to old

Old men and women in a battle scene
A re-enactment of a battle long past
They take up the charge rushing about to and fro.
swords clash and muskets bang,fall down your dead.
Get up run around, false teeth laying about,
pick them up later and sort them out.
All stop now, a glass eye has been found,
but the owner's not here they've gone to make the tea.
every body settles down and the teeth get passed around
each trying a set, no cake until you get them right .
then its back for another fight.

from the seat

From a seat made for three, we wait for the tide to raise the boats to a watery high.
The waters slowly moving in, and so is the rain, to spoil our fun.
With no coats to keep us dry, we must leave this inlet to the tide

something different revised

Young lovers stroll along holding hands, the sun shines brightly .
laughter and smiles as they take in the goodness of the countryside.
T shirts and jeans are the order of the day,the sweet smell of deodorant
masks the perspiration, leaving the road they follow the path towards
the woodlands a field or two away, all troubles so far from their minds.
Blackberries are picked and fed to each other as birds fly over head,
bales of hay lay semi stacked looking like arm chairs made for giants .
Laying back on tightly packed blocks of grass staring at blue skies,
making up stories from the shapes of the clouds high up in the sky.

Giggles from tickles and teasing, turns to kissing and so natures reality
kicks in, his hands inside her T shirt gentle teases her breast
she quivers as their lips meet, his hair becomes wet as the sun beats down
across his neck.__The heat is on as she fumbles with his zip.
His hand moves caressingly towards her belly,her body shudders
feeling a shadow pass across her face,she pushes him away my god were
being watched,quickly he pulls at his zip catching some hair,
hello! Ben she says brushing down her clothes, Ben wags his tail and
runs away to his master on the far side of the field,
who might have been unaware that they were there.
The lusting now passes standing up they stroll away. Be it that he's wiping his eyes something wrong she asks, no no just dust he replies.







no offense intended.

death

The bottom picture was taken on the 19/6/07 the top one on the 20/6/07
is some-one trying to tell me something

cabbage white

I know I'm the curse of gardeners and framers,
but I'm only leaving my baby's where I can,
just remember it was you who cultivated the land.
I was here long before, protecting my species
just like man.







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