Twas just another ordinary day down on the farm when Clarence cockerel “****-a-doodle-dood” his daybreak alarm..as Pingo pigeon picked from tiny little crumbs of corn amidst the shed loft and his partner Sonia sat in the hay stack that was warm and soft..

Yes it was an Autumnal morning just like any other as Farmer Ted Brown worked in the dairy along with Molly his Mother, milking the Friesian cattle all in a row as the udders filled the pipes with such a creamy milk flow..And  Daisy the cow being the oldest of the lot would “Moo” and “Moo” as Harry horse did trot..”Quack” “Quack” “Quack” went Daddy Donald duck as he splashed and swam in the farmyard pond quite covered in muck.. with his partner Michelle a very fine Muscovy Mother as her ten tiny ducklings, nine sisters and a brother.. splishing and sploshing muddy water with their wings, squibbling and squabbling the noisy little things..

Of course this Monday morning at the crack of dawn didn’t rouse the Farmer’s son Sid as he stretched with a yawn coz he hadn’t went to bed until well after late courtin’ and a’kissin’ his latest date..just a couple of school kids lying canoodling on the hayshed floor as mice and voles ran in and out of that door..But Penelope pony pranced around the paddock as she  strutted and head butted in her frenzied fit so sporadic..The Suffolk sheep “Baa’d” and bleated munching in the meadows all that day in the Farmer’s field not too far away..

So it was indeed just another average ordinary morning on that hillside farm and the sun had risen as the day was dawning.. Everything was normal with nothing untoward as Great Granny Glenda Brown stood pressing her pinafore on the ironing board.. she had the bacon and eggs frying in the pan, ready to enjoy her breakfast with Great Grandad Stan..And how they all adored their countryside affair with the sounds and the smells in that cow dung fresh air..Ted, Winifred his wife and his Mother Molly and Sid her Grandson, lived in the big farmhouse with lots of fun..And Great Granny Glenda and Great Grandad Stan Brown had just moved to a lovely country cottage nextdoor from a flat up the road in the neighbouring town..

Do you believe in magic? Or can you explain the unexplained? I do hope you are not one of these non believers who I find foolish and hairbrained..Fairies from folklore are absolutely true, they  live at the bottom of your garden tho you probably didn’t have a clue..

Well who else do you think scatters tiny seeds on the ground? as they whistle whilst they work through a blowing breeze sound..And who do you think makes those grassy daisy rings? as the pixies chase the fairies those mischievious little things..I watch their wonderful wings amidst the early morning dew, transculently twinkling and so see-through..So the next time you are mowing your lawn just becareful where you tread, remember there are such alot of secretive sprites sleeping on a bed..

Wherever there is grass there will be little folklore living there..tho they try to stay out of sight, one can watch them flying through the air..looking like minute midgets with their tiny tails all aglow, playing a-ring-ring-of-roses and giggling as they go..and the fairy godmother, the queen of the show will be sat watching over them but you won’t see her you know.. She has learned amidst those parables of her prime to make herself invisible just like the timelessness of time..

Twas on the last day of September everything was still the same.. an infectious disease was sweeping across every nation and it was killing some people, Oh what a shame..

So we tightened up our social gatherings just like we had done once before, and we all dreaded that same total lockdown within our own frontdoor..right back from early Springtime until the onset of the Summer, each and every school, public house and hospitalities were all closed, that was such a ******..

Now some listened to their Government and obeyed the new rules and regulations but there were those who choose to ignore these much to the other’s frustrations.. so alas the pandemic spread and it was getting out of control, but we all longed for it’s demise, a vaccination was our goal.. and of course as the weeks and months passed by the rulers of the lands gave out tighter measures with orders and commands..

Now the moral of this story is indeed so very true, life as we know it has changed out of the blue..when one day we had normality and the next was dismay, with one and all trying to keep this infection away..And all we can do is to social distance and wear masks on our faces, whilst we are constantly santizing our hands in all the public of places.. Praying for purity for each and every nation, when Covid-19 becomes our history enjoying our new salvation...

Sometimes we lose our self confidence, one is sinking in a hole.. armour-propre has deminished from one’s heart and soul..

‘I just need someone to hug me and tell me I’m not as worthless as I think’ she sits amidst her solitude as a teardrop drips from a blink...

Faith in herself and with such a low self esteem, she is lost in a languished low life amidst an imposssible  dream..Oh somebody please help her, smother her with adoration to free her heaviness from this heartache and give her salvation.. Unleash those shackles and chains from her pride and fill her with a wholesomeness and warmth inside..

I recollect my disappointed on that dreadful December day as you turned around in an opposite direction and you walked away.. Without a word of warning coz I did not foresee, though something stabbed me in my heart when you yearned to be free..

I guess I was naive to think that what we shared together would last til’ our eternity and beyond, forever..I thought that within our timelessness of time both of us would strengthen a wholeness so sublime..harmony and understanding could unite within our hearts, didn’t we have fun in those fits and starts ?
But like a bullet bludgeoning my soul you wrecked my reveries and I lost control..Bits and pieces bent and bowed, I shadowed through the darkness in a solitary shroud..Yet to be lost and lonely learned me alot, I had risen from your ashes and had to fight that fraught..

So today as I dare to look back on that gloomy, grey winter’s day, with thoughts of that bitterness and utter dismay.. I realise now that everything happens for a reason, my head was in the clouds betwixt that festive season..You eventually made me so much stronger in the end, after I turned that crazy corner from almost going around the bend..I am no longer left lingering alone, I have buried our relationship with a lesson learned tombstone.. However I hope your freedom has found you satisfaction as I sit reminiscing from my emotional reaction..I no longer think of us feeling sad and blue, I have weathered that storm..I am over you...

On and on runs the rolling river that journeys to the sea..winding whilst wandering and meandering free..as it tangles in puzzles of perplexity, raging then relaxing within it’s visionary..Such a labyrinth of fluctuation with waviness and sway, naturally beautiful, a picturesque portray..Twisting and turning in an intricacy of coil, swirling and whirling betwixt an imaginative embroil..

Oh yon rippling rivulet as you trickle through that vast valley, yet spilling blood and guts to reach your utmost finale..easing memento as gorges stifle your stream, then oozing through an open vein in a nightmare of a dream..There is nothing on this earth that could stop your waterflow and no man could put asunder where hence you will go..Midst a mindfulness of determination from Mother nature’s commands,  you follow through the shadows from her herculean hands

Bubbly bubbles all flimsy and flouncy..globules of globoids so blithe and bouncy..fluttering along like flippant butterflies..floating through the air, colourful crystallize

Blowing bubbles all adhering together, sticking like glue and as light as a feather..such pretty little puffs of perfection, all ready to go pop amidst an interconnection..driblets and droplets of translucent beads, wandering amongst an atmosphere as the wind supercedes

Oh how I love to see a tiny tot blowing bubbles..lost within their loveliest of carefree troubles, puffing and panting on the plastic bubble stick..in short, sharp breathes, fast fleeting and quick..An eagerness of enthusiasm follows them around, bursting their bubbles betwixt a frenzied sound...