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?Continue reading “When I Was Six”
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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. HowContinue reading “That first coffee”
Best storm we’ve had for a long time. Crack of thunder Bedroom lit up in a flash Turmoil, vibration,wonderful. People downtown comparing notes – dogs that couldn’t give a toss Dogs that did And for me A,strange feeling of calmness All night A joy to be part of it Water, lots of it, for aContinue reading
It’s My Folding E Bike
It folds in half I can tuck it in the back of my car And follow my grandkids when the they go mountain biking. Follow them for a while. Dangerous stuff mountain biking. For a grandpa. Grandpas topple over easily enough without the help of tree roots, ruts in the path and the slippery bits.Continue reading “It’s My Folding E Bike”
From 1928 to EBikes
I’m looking from our Kopu Bridge Looking at the original bridge, the only, still operational swing bridge in NZ. A kids we bounced over that one lane bridge, on our way to a camping holiday in Coromandel. Small car, family of six, summer optimism. Seventy plus years later I’d be riding an E Bike, staring,Continue reading “From 1928 to EBikes”
Wanderer
Happy wanderer On a bike No traffic threats, no traffic noise. A distant tractor rolling hay wrapped in green plastic. In my day it was a haystack ~ “Dont you go climbing over your uncle’s hay stack, he’ll have to rebuild it. Poor man he’s not getting any younger” The older Uncle got, the moreContinue reading “Wanderer”
Thames, New Zealand.
It’s home, we all speak the same language, a reasonable climate, a small country – we don’t have to travel long distances. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Pause for claws
Delicate, soft but those paws have claws. The Cat’s not mine but is next door’s ‘NotMyCat’ yep, that’s her name But “Come ‘ere!” And along she trots, just the same I like to think the attraction’s me But really, she likes the sun you see Shady, rainy days, a gap Sun comes out, she’s onContinue reading “Pause for claws”
Saturday, Spring
The steps at the end of my street. Saturday morning. Exercise! Once neatly cleared by council But for some time, forgotten Thank you! That dense Very much alive Spring green ~ do plants puff as they get higher?
The Joy of
To hope and hats, today we cling. Ah, the wind, the joy of Spring! Soon summer’s heat – you’ll hear a moan, Just good to know ~ I’m not alone.
David in Pen and Pics 