Author Archives: davidlegge

Not yet a man, no longer child, Benji sleeps, or he’s in a dash Loved dearly, drives his mother wild Forever hungry, needing cash. Here, our breakfast, eaten, done. And from my daughter, good morning wishes She’s off to work and on the run – “Last night your grandson did the dishes!” Fixing stuff, he’sContinue reading “He’s in a Dash”

FamilySunshineMaking our way downhill.A field of daisiesDaisies nodding, weaving about in a vigorous breezeBlue Sky Next the call of Canadian geese.Beautiful in flightIn tight formation they circle, calling to each other.Locals shoot them. They foul our waterways,  restricting the life of native species. To steady ourselves we carry sticks, walking poles. The stability. The comfort,Continue reading “Three of us”

Just to my leftA cafeI’m hungryLate morning, an active, ‘useful’ morning. I buy a toasted sandwichYes, I could have made one at homeBut No 44 is perched on my small window table.Moving pictures of Thames people going places along the pavement. An old blokeMy ageNo sure where he should be goingTrousers too bigHe’s probably shrunkHe’sContinue reading “Ham, Cheese and Brown Onion”

Last season’s warmth has returned Last early-summer memories New faces, same cheery greetings Old guys, the eager young, The smiling dog walkers Almost musical, crunch of tyres on gravel Rhythmic turn of the pedals And the cattle Warm brown Munching Look close Smiling

When I was seven, I was told, “You must clean your teeth!” Regularly – told and brushed that is. Now that I’m older, much older, I enjoy cleaning my teeth. I feel completely dressed, ready to face the day. Yesterday, a visit to my dentist. One of those regular checks. You never know, the ApocolypseContinue reading “Thirty Five Coffees”

WinterToo cool to rideAn E Bike, yesBut no provision for heated handlebars Sunny day – I’m like a kid out of schoolOut I goOn the trailThe loved and familiar soundsSightsContented cowsMunchingAlways munching Roll on summer

Sparrows In city life, or country he’s quite a common birdThe male quite distinct, a black bib on his chestAnd if not seen, they always can be heardBread maybe, though wild bird seed is the bestJust now he’s got a straw, I guess to build a nest.Erratic flight, he’s nothing like an arrowThat aside, endearing,Continue reading “Our Steps”

It took a while to find the door to get out again. To celebrate, coffee down town,  comfortable chat with the next table – also pensioners. The pic started off as a standard, boring coffee photo. Then submitted to Android photo apps. Post impressionistic Just maybe