Our gang was down by the river again with our shoes off of course, wading in the stream.
We had to be careful because the stones in the water were hard on on our feet so there was a lot of Oohs and Aahs as we walked along.
Each of us had nets, cans or just hands to to catch fish if we could find them while little Johnny Miller just had a stick to poke at things and just be a nuisance.
I had caught a tiddler and Jenny had found a fresh water crayfish and screamed so much that it made us all laugh.
All of a sudden there was a shout and splash from behind as Johnny Miller cried out.
He had taken one false step and fallen in the water which was the best thing to happen that day.
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Silent she looked down
Checking her red fingernails
At his proposal
He was not handsome
Nor did he have a good job
He was just eager
Her nails were no help
He smiled hopefully at her
Waiting for acceptance
Was this her escape
From her cruel family home
For better or worse
At her suggestion
She should meet his mum and dad
He shook his head hard
This was no marriage
That was made in the heavens
Just jailbirds fleeing
She made up her mind
Said let me think about it
Then left home next day
Better to be free
She mused on the long coach trip
I have to be me
Your eyes reflected sadness
As you packed your bags
Packing and unpacking
Travelling used to fun
Exploring was not boring
But now I am snoring
Or perhaps I've died
I wanted to hold you close
You shook your head
Journeys are tedious now
Feeling tired sitting down
When we do arrive
All we want to do
Is come back home
A waste of time
A waste of energy
A waste of you
A waste of me
As I loved you
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Walking the highway
Counting the milestones
To flag down the cars
But none stop for me
And neither would I
Coat-less vagabond
All drivers thinking
Not to be trusted
Hobo reaching out
And his tricky games
Touch us for a buck
That's what they'd say
So another night
Under the bright stars
Which envelop me
With all their stories
No meal inside me
Just humble pie slices
From God's vast kitchen
I'll find a warm barn
Or sheltering tree
Not be a trouble
To any other soul
Until tomorrow
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My heart was on fire
Clare agreed to go with me
We walked by the river
The sunshine smiles at us
Approvingly
Our hands were so warm
I didn't want to let go
Then suggested a boat trip
She nodded agreeing
That should be fun
I rowed from the dock
Upstream to the shady trees
To escape the day's warmth
Though it was such hard work
She looked so sweet
Pulled into the bank
We kissed each other fondly
Not noticing close by
A camping site site just there
Oh, damnation!
What a mooring place
Small children and their kayaks
Campfires and marshmallows
Was my idea of hell
But she just laughed
I rowed further up
And we talked of many things
I liked her long brown legs
I'll not be tired of her
There's love in her eyes
Only a few songs
Will break my heart over you
When I hear them sung
Only a few sights
Recall that gentle soft touch
When I see them now
Only a few scents
Remind me of you close by
When I feel so sad
Only falling rain
Brings back our walks side by side
Now you are gone
Only your sweet kiss
Could restore you in my life
Perhaps one day soon
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We had just moved house into a country cottage to retire because it had beautiful views.
Downsizing meant we had a few pieces that wouldn't fit so we took a look at the old attic for a temporary storage place.
It was bare except for an old trunk shoved under the eaves shrouded with cobwebs.
My wife was delighted hoping to find treasures or secrets from the previous owners.
After some difficulty I managed to get the lid open to reveal its contents.
My wife screamed and then I realized that moving was not a good idea after all.
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