Retired teacher active in photography, poetry, classical and contemporary music.
A sunny autumn so far. No car, but a scenic tour of my home town
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When I Was Six
Yes, when I was six years old I learned to ride a two wheel bike. It was borrowed – balance, bravery and bruises. Now I am eighty six. I ride an E Bike. I bought it – for balance, There’s a wee bit of fear but so far no bruises. “Well you’re doing alright!” Insulting?…
That first coffee
The day has started, I’ve that that zip, that flair of enthusiasm. But, oh! The noise! Excellent coffee grinder, excellent hearing aids. Through the kitchen window I see sparrows feeding. Wild bird seed (and yesterday’s left over scones) On the days when I’m late I see them staring up at our kitchen window. Guilt. How…
David in Pen and Pics 