Last Day of July - Words I've Written Therein

Uncles and Aunts

The story is old and the house is long gone

but the image remains, its message quite strong

As family grows, disputes are expected

those who are flexible they are respected

The black sheep of family is not who you think

though many could qualify, brought to the brink

The last one survives, a favourite to all

He lived his life peacefully, forgave, did not fall

for the stories, he learned compromise, grew 

and accepted those who had miscued

Each of the nine had their place in life’s story

I hope I can forgive as well and follow his glory.

© July 2020

A Whole New World

Four weeks motoring around England and Wales

No real plan of what to see or where to stay

Lunch always served before 2pm, dinner after 7

Saw many words with new meaning and spelling

Many voices spoke an English past grasping

So many more faces, so few open green spaces

Dark dingy buildings, dripping dull veg 

No cathedral in Colchester (despite Father’s memory)

Everyone was on the wrong side of the road

It was all an adventure for 16-year old miss

If only I’d had a sibling to share it all with

© July 2020

America Today

Will 

lies

turn to

fact when some 

people believe? Are

we all destined to fail this time?

This time we all fail, destined to

believe people are

some fact when

two turn.

Lies

will.

© July 2020

Missing in 2020 

Cleaning up Jericho Beach on a Saturday morning with friends

A fresh warm muffin with a latté at the Wood ‘N’ Frog

Hot buttered popcorn during a screening of the latest Bond flick

Joining 3000 geocachers at the Trade-X in Abbotsford

2pm Wednesday Book Club at Fleetwood Library

Riding the Red Rocket or Line 2 to Islington, west of downtown 

The next stop is Davisville, Davisville Station

A leisurely drive along the north shore of Lake Ontario to Napanee

Standing at the base of the CN Tower as an elevator goes up 342m

Tea for two after a stroll down the newly restored White Rock Pier

Yoga with Kimberley at 7:40pm on Thursday. Namaste

© July 2020

Prompt - Light

I See the Light

Thanks to Billy Collins

At first, this page is bare,
no happy thoughts to draw or sketch and
all I feel is loneliness and sorrow,
there seems no point to keep the engine running.
So, I set my eyes upon the light within the pages
of his words and I am free,
free to wander along hills of Nova Scotia
or rocky shores beside Cape Cod, where I can see
the brightness of the swirling waters,
the readiness of tides that never cease,
the clear and present steadiness of time returning,
always keeping me in mind when it decides to
capture my attention with a word or two.
How words can paint a picture with their touch,
express emotions with a sound or
flying above the ground with texture in between,
then I am off on an excursion through the valleys green
and flowers lavender, until I reach the whitest cliffs
where I will stop and breathe,
just breathe the life within me full of light
and melancholy, but it is rightly mine.



© June 2020