Of mice and cheese. |
This is a little story i wrote to try to explain to my niece why mice don't really like cheese.....
When the wind had at last stopped blowing and the old medieval rafters had ceased creaking, there wa...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Dec 2007 05:43:00 GMT |
Too choose. |
This is something i wrote last year on a scrap of paper while on the bus, thought i'd lost it, but things turn up unexpectively sometimes in the most unlikely of places, in this case on the back of an...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 01:12:00 GMT |
Tears in the darkness. |
Sometimes when you are lost, the crowd around you become blurs,
When at last you find yourself once more, words are hard to find.
The sadness of the heart takes it's toll, shoulders carry a weighted s...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 18:21:00 GMT |
The sun did not shine last week. |
Not been very wordy of late, time i thought i put some down.
Yesterday and the week prior have to it have been an emotional storm for me.
A rollercoaster ride of tears and passion,
I meandered th...
Posted by on Sun, 27 May 2007 17:59:00 GMT |
Seven Sunsets with Mr Gilbert.. |
Here is a task i was set in a class i'm involved with. We had to do something diffrent for a week. With my camera phone at the ready i set out to watch seven days of sunsets....
Seven days of Sunsets ...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 08:55:00 GMT |
Kiss someone you love... |
The sun is shinning the birds are singing i have a skip in my step.My face is smiling my voice is singing and i am laughing out loud.The toast is burnt the coffee is cold and i could'nt care less.The ...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 17:16:00 GMT |
RENDEZVOUSES IN PARADISE. |
A short introduction to this piece.....I work in a mental health charity, last Friday was a quiet day and a couple of the classes were cancelled.. thinking what to do, i thought it might be a good ide...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 01:13:00 GMT |
Their hustle and bustle... |
Not really done a blog for awhile, as i have been doing a lot of art work lately, so i thought i'd sit down for a little while and let the keys of my computer run away with themselves.Not got any thin...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 16:45:00 GMT |
The black dog turns white. |
Slowly in my recovery from depression,I learnt that with little steps,Being brave, i could face the day,Where all seemed lost, now had new meaning,As the little steps became bigger,I once more found t...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Jan 2007 02:59:00 GMT |
¬¬JOBS TO DO¬ |
Its cold outside,
Coffees boiling, steams fills the kitchen,
As toast is cooked with eggs,
Aroma's fill the air.
Jobs to do,
Places to visit,
Time limitations echo,
Yet its raining.
Bill...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 02:34:00 GMT |
