Boats and barges

Funny how one remembers the old way which way back then was the way. Mum picked up her pay from a little side window at the infirmary almost as if they didn’t want anyone to see it. Sister stood by the old canal wall watching the ‘lady Fiona’ which by the way which was the way…

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Here’s a quickie

Blundering into Sunday and wondering why so early? And yet life is ablaze with the light of these days so I rise. There’s sleep in my eyes I should have left that in bed but I never, washing my face instead does the trick. Picking out socks thinking how my life rocks, if Mother could…

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Back on the bay

I’d like a glass of lemonade clear and cool like Mother made so many years ago. a Summer filled with fun sand castles under the seaside sun a bun for tea with lots of jam and off we go again…

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Traffic

Some things hit you and like a speeding truck they.. ..no shit, really? Mum told me walk on the high ground away from the mad crowd, don’t let them grind you down, but I blew it away for a dime bag a day and romp in the hay now and then. Ah but we’re men…

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Northern Romantic

I shall have this dance and give it a whirl, you are the girl for me, but on a Saturday night at five o clock I go home to my mam for tea. I make you laugh you make me smile, your voice is a melody, but on a Saturday night at five o clock…

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