Under a slate grey sky
Or against a back drop
of blue
Crossing bridges
Over river and stream
Thru woods and fields
Onward and upward
Over hill and vale
Riding the rails
The Locomotive speeds
Across the countryside
The marvel of the age
Showing posts with label Steam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Steam. Show all posts
Monday, 1 August 2022
UNDER A SLATE GREY SKY
Saturday, 18 June 2022
THE WHITE HORIZONTAL PLUME
The white horizontal plume
Streams in its wake
Like a long grey
ribbon
As the locomotive
powers on
A truly romantic image
Of the great age of
steam
Sunday, 7 February 2021
THE WHITE HORIZONTAL PLUME
The white horizontal plume
Streams
in its wake
Like
a long grey ribbon
As
the locomotive powers on
A
truly romantic image
Of
the great age of steam
Friday, 10 January 2014
Bits and pieces
UNDER A SLATE GREY SKY
Under a slate grey sky
Or against a back drop of blue
Crossing bridges
Over river and stream
Thru woods and fields
Onward and upward
Over hill and vale
Riding the rails
The Locomotive speeds
Across the countryside
The marvel of the age
IT’S THE END OF MY AUTUMN DAYS
It’s the end of my autumn days
When heavens siren sings
And amidst a russet dawn
I hear deaths silent wings
A HOUSE IS STILL JUST A HOUSE
A house is still just a house
Made of brick and plaster
It takes something else
If it’s a home that you’re after
And making the transition
Now that is the real trick
And whether you do it or not
Depends on the partner you pick
THE OFFICE CHRISTMAS PARTY WAS IN FULL SWING
The office Christmas party
Was in full swing
Cheap plonk and nibbles
That kind of thing
From someone’s iPod
Loud Music played
And to that music
Eager bodies swayed
ALAS MEL SMITH
Melvin Kenneth "Mel" Smith (3 December 1952 – 19 July 2013)
Mel Smith
Comedian and writer,
Film director,
Producer and actor
Jack of all trades
Master of all
ENTER THE GARDEN HUMBLE BIRD
Enter the garden
Humble bird
Sing the sweetest
I have heard
Sing loves song
Upon the breeze
To your mate
Up in the trees
Bid her come
Courting on the wing
And with her
Brightly sing
HELLO MY LITTLE BUZZY BEE
Hello my little Buzzy bee
Amidst the flowers flying free
Gathering the Pollen busily
Make sweet honey just for me
AT THE END OF HIS LONG LIFE
At the end of his long life
A Godly man passes into heaven
Where he sits with God
And revues their Journey again
While he looked back
Sitting at Gods right hand
He saw it represented by
Two sets of footprints in the sand
But he noticed that at times
There was just one set
When he was at his lowest
And he was very upset
So he spoke to God and asked
That in the scene he was shown
Why at the hardest times
He walked the path alone
No my son you are mistaken
At those times God said
I thought it would be more fun
If we hopped instead
Under a slate grey sky
Or against a back drop of blue
Crossing bridges
Over river and stream
Thru woods and fields
Onward and upward
Over hill and vale
Riding the rails
The Locomotive speeds
Across the countryside
The marvel of the age
IT’S THE END OF MY AUTUMN DAYS
It’s the end of my autumn days
When heavens siren sings
And amidst a russet dawn
I hear deaths silent wings
A HOUSE IS STILL JUST A HOUSE
A house is still just a house
Made of brick and plaster
It takes something else
If it’s a home that you’re after
And making the transition
Now that is the real trick
And whether you do it or not
Depends on the partner you pick
THE OFFICE CHRISTMAS PARTY WAS IN FULL SWING
The office Christmas party
Was in full swing
Cheap plonk and nibbles
That kind of thing
From someone’s iPod
Loud Music played
And to that music
Eager bodies swayed
ALAS MEL SMITH
Melvin Kenneth "Mel" Smith (3 December 1952 – 19 July 2013)
Mel Smith
Comedian and writer,
Film director,
Producer and actor
Jack of all trades
Master of all
ENTER THE GARDEN HUMBLE BIRD
Enter the garden
Humble bird
Sing the sweetest
I have heard
Sing loves song
Upon the breeze
To your mate
Up in the trees
Bid her come
Courting on the wing
And with her
Brightly sing
HELLO MY LITTLE BUZZY BEE
Hello my little Buzzy bee
Amidst the flowers flying free
Gathering the Pollen busily
Make sweet honey just for me
AT THE END OF HIS LONG LIFE
At the end of his long life
A Godly man passes into heaven
Where he sits with God
And revues their Journey again
While he looked back
Sitting at Gods right hand
He saw it represented by
Two sets of footprints in the sand
But he noticed that at times
There was just one set
When he was at his lowest
And he was very upset
So he spoke to God and asked
That in the scene he was shown
Why at the hardest times
He walked the path alone
No my son you are mistaken
At those times God said
I thought it would be more fun
If we hopped instead
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