Poem: Wheeling along

Footpath with trees and flowers on either side.
Photo by Magda Ehlers on Pexels.com

Wheeling along a footpath,
The sun shining down so bright,
Feeling the breeze on your face,
Gives you a feeling of delight.

The tires hum over the path,
As you glide along with ease,
Passing by blooming flowers,
And rustling leaves on the trees.

The rhythmic sound of the wheels,
Is like music to your ears,
And the sights along the way,
Bring happiness beyond compare.

So keep on rolling down the path,
And enjoy each and every mile,
For there’s nothing quite as wonderful,
As wheeling along in style!


Poem – The train rumbles along


The train rumbles along
Fleet off the hot and delicate flying,
Hopped on a young young hillside,
Painted the morning with a power;
Shadows of time say my present reason,
Stewards of the richest form;
Build the own cabin with the throne;
Gloom and the weather I push with night

Inspired by Sara Teasdale, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Philip Freneau


Steam Train. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Poetry today.

This morning I discovered an AI poetry generator online, and decided to have a play. This was the result.

Books on a shelf. Photo by Suzy Hazelwood on Pexels.com

A summers breeze


A summers breeze
To speak the bright heart with its desire:
Light of a fickle sun,
Loom blue water, secret light,
Dazzled turquoise life with wings,
Young I was the cloud to the wind,
Tremble, tremulous leaves of the wind,
Her voice, and the bright north wind
Alone in a speech for my shimmering body,
Young April hushed the happy tune,

Inspired by Sara Teasdale


This is the website I used if you want to give it a try. Let me know how you get on. https://sites.research.google/versebyverse/

Books behave.

Books Behave As Performed By Lovedew Cardew At The George & Dragon, York, April 2016

I like books cause they don’t care
If your knickers match your bra
If you’ve washed your hair
I like books cause they don’t invade your space
They sit on your shelf
They don’t get in your face
I like books cause they don’t mind
What your heart contains
Who you’ve left behind
I like a book cause it doesn’t give a shit
When you get to the end what you think of it
Books don’t care if you’ve got a degree
What you watch on TV
Books don’t judge if you’ve got tattoos
If your friends are few
I like books cause they don’t care.

Taken from ‘Lost For Words’.

The shelves of books.