Children love homemade food.
Crispy rice in oven.
Camp bed of curry sauce
Chanterelles are self-picked,
clean under cold water.
Common sense - healthy food.
"Crème de la Crème"
The bike cross bar loaded , rods tied in place.
Gunns pools calling but there is, no race.
With it's fallen willow its a beautiful space
to forget about lifes rat race.
All my surrounding are just pristine.
There's a mist on the water like some sort of smoke screen
and not a ripple on the lake can be scene
awaiting the the Leviathans who lay unseen.
A sunrise breaking over head
and a full days fishing lies ahead.
Me pop and me butty's made with brown bread
I'm all comfy sat on a camp bed.
Watching my float dip out of sight.
waiting patiently for that first bite.
I'm staying all day from break of sun light to twilight
and if the fish bite i will fish in the moonlight.
The Mistress`Revenge
Fog and rain full light on car and dark asphalt road
The house opposite is for sale through an agency
One of the salesmen takes his mistress there
During the week but never on Saturday or Sundays
It must be terrible to be a mistress.
Always hidden and eats with her lover where no one knows them
Then sex on a hard camp bed
Tells her h loves her and will divorce his wife, the problem is
The house and the kids
She knows where his wife lives it is a big house and a large garden
She used to know this could be hers
A dream is slowly dying resentment fills her once loving heart
And one day soon she will talk
And the man will lose his property, wife and his mistress
And being stupid he will walk the streets and wonder why
No one loves him anymore
ODE TO THE WINTER SUN
Who could believe what we have seen
It is a sun in winter what a rare thing
In the open we run to with our camp bed
You have relieved us for we were cold dead
How glorious and beautifully this day you rule
For you have finally set in Olympus
How often shall we see you O! Fairy ring
Before your full show at summer and spring
The day goes dark but not black,
With undefined twilight blinking through the night
the beacons of hope,ambience of peace
Gloomy hope with cyan coloured mind
walking on brown sandy beach
as ripples of love cover the dark blue sea
Magenta thrush sings beautiful lyrics
which makes the violet herons
to hover round the littoral zone
As I settle on an amber camp bed
beside my Orange skinned lover
She was lost in thought
as the breeze whistles along
Which makes my affection so strong
I look at her and her scarlet cap
and feel like giving her a tap
She makes my world go round and round
In her,plenty pleasures abound
With these feelings I fell into a trance
Even if I am not full of exuberance
I `ve seen my world surrounded by green fields with purple hibiscus
The white sun shines with great intensity
Which makes the red rose to bloom in the yellow garden of bliss
This world I float in is...
more precious and golden to me than pink diamond.
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