Saturday, 19 July 2014

Good Morning, Rainbow.



















It was just gone five on the Friday morn
A sprinkling of rain welcomed the dawn
The rising sun reflected the rain
The emotions I felt, hard to contain
Solar rays kissed the skies
Filled such colour in my eyes
A rainbow or two
A magical view.
Then came the dream
The rainbow stream
Of flowing thoughts
Of hopeful reports
A symbol of change
Time to arrange
That brand new start
That sings in my heart.



Sunday, 13 July 2014

A New Adventure Trail.

I've been in the mood for exploring the local area.  I went to the major park in Leek, Staffordshire, named Brough Park.  I discovered a trail.  Where would the trail lead to?  What might I see?
For the first five minutes I was enclosed by trees and bushes. Then, to the left of me, a lush green landscape was revealed.  
Directly in front of me was the trail that leads to an adventure for another day.
Back to the view on the left.  The sun continues its westward journey.   
The adventure trail for another day.  A blue-tinged pathway of intrigue.
And beyond, way beyond the trees you see above the pond in the previous photos, to the north west, a gently whirling windmill.

I turned back.  Back to my car.  Back to the home that I shall be leaving in early August.  A new adventure trail for my son, for Penny, our beloved, cherished dog.  A new adventure trail for us all.  Each adventure trail, a definition of who we are.

Each of us has a trail, a pathway, that journey.  Sometimes the pathway will have potholes.  Yet, with each pothole, we climb out, we learn, we carry on.