go safely

I hear you coming, the distant roar and rumble of the diesel train.
How the rails sing their eerie song,cast steel wheels on the steel rail, like the ring of a tuning fork.
You trundle along to the end of the line, to collect your cargo of the dirtiest of waste.
There s no need to hide behind the bushes, I've seen the cask wagon made of super thick steel.
To carry that nuclear waste to a safe place, so many miles away.

so old

See how I stand, reflecting myself in this watery corridor cut into the land.
Horse drawn canal boats no longer pass this way, timber was their trade.
Only fish and floating weed pass under me, also the odd canal boat or canoeist.
My bricks are well made, but the mortar is showing its age.
Well I am two hundred and ten years old, waiting for you to cross over me,
so that you can see the wild life all around this watery place.
Swans, ducks and geese pass by, you too can see my reflection if you come when the sun is on me.

tree hugging

Come come said the branch, reaching out to the post, don't be sad.
Some times my feelings run away with me, once I was a mighty tree, now
stripped of my beauty I'm just a post, a ghost of my former self .
If it helps I'll hug you day and night ,

rusting

Barb- wire, tied with wire to your concrete supports.
Not so new, as you rust away .
What is it you say, keep away! I'm dangerous.
What of your owner I bet he swore when you gashed his hands.
And this is why your in a sorrowful state.
With your supports falling apart, leaning out from the straight .
Rusting barb- wire all your really saying, is Hate, now go away.
And your owner never came back again, so there you stay until you fall.

PROMISE

Glistening waters, shimming sand.
Golden sky, blinding to the eye.
Sail boats grounded at low tide,
with masts standing defiant.
Yesterdays future is todays past.
What ever tomorrow promises to be.




[click on photo]
to see flying ants which came from nowhere
when i was taking this shot