I have become like
the Last of the Summer wine
In my Autumn years.
Tag Archives: memories
Dead or Alive
Appologies
I thought it would be a good idea to empty my haiku drafts so that I could think of new material. I hope this is not so overwhelming (or underwhelming) that is drives you to distraction.
I’ll probably disappear for a day or two while I re-invent myself.
Now. lemme see. Where’s my phoenix arises source book? Ah! there it is. Good bed-time reading.
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Memory Dredging – 60’s Bristol
Teddy Boys, think back
Beetle Crushers on their feet.
They ruled evening streets.
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Daydreaming
Girls play in the sun.
Tanned skin looking beautiful.
Thoughts of an old man.
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Walk the Streets of Bristol with me – Whiteladies Road
Victoria Rooms
The BBC studios
Clifton Down Station
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Walk the Streets of Bristolwith me -Blackboy Hill
50 Years Ago in Aber Fan
Hundred forty-four
died this day in Aber Fan
the year sixty-six
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Walk the Streets of Bristol with me-King St.
Way Back Then
A short story in Haiku style
My first memory.
Jan C. Smuts Home for Children
In Burnham-on-Sea.
Breakfast with some kids.
Walking to the beach lighthouse.
Breathing damp sea air.
Big people took me
to live with as family.
I had siblings now.
We had dogs and cats
And we had a garden too.
I was happy there.
Then I had an urge
The wide world called me to leave
Look where it brought me.
I found new friendships
Bloggers using words galore.
Thank you one and all.
