We spend our living seconds just ducking and a’diving.. and some of us do so well from our initiative of striving..one can rise to stardom
whilst earnestly contriving.. but all in all one’s main objective is our subsisting and surviving

Weaving in and out, back and forth, to and fro..one picks up pointers and learns as they go..from birth through to adulthood we digest all there is to know..and still one gains advice as they grow older and so-so
Now we all have those days when the world falls at our feet..everything runs as smooth as clockwork by just being sat in your seat..but keeping this pretence positive is never a mean feat..when negativity knocks us for six it leaves us an exhausted dead-beat!!

Even though we may fall flat..we get up again..even more determined to conquer our campaign..and the second time around we fly on the fast lane..coz we have learned from our mistakes and now have that better brain..well woe betide anyone who gets in our way..that nosey-parker who comes along and wants their say.. this is your personal project at the end of the day..and when you have won over victoriously you can thank the Lord and pray🙏

I was sitting in the corner of my local bar
Just havin’ fun with my friends
I knew the night was over
I was walkin’ home alone
I didn’t want this night to end

Then all at once this stranger
He sat down next to me
I didn’t know what to do
He bought me a drink
& We talked allnight
This stranger it was you

Chorus#

Suddenly the world seems a better place
Its been so lonely on my own
& I’m hopin’ given time
You will feel the same
You are the nicest man I’ve known

So we met as arranged
On the very next day
You asked me out for a date
We parted with a kiss
It was nothing we had planned
As we stood at my garden gate

Chorus#

Now ten years has made us older
We got married  last May
We have a home to call our own
We are soon to be parents
I’ve a little one on the way
How my love for you has grown

Cupid shot his bow & arrow
Our way that night
As we were havin’ fun with our friends
Now were together & forever we will never part
I will love you till the end

Chorus twice#

I asked my better half “Would you marry me today?” and he answered in a sarcastic tone “Yes my dearest right away” but I could tell by that sly look in his eyes.. that this was just a lie.. I caught him off guard with no time to think.. this would be the reason why!!

Huh forty two long years is a long time to be wed.. listening to one another’s snoring when you are lying sleepless in your bed..then there’s the belching and the passing wind when you are snuggled under the covers..when one is married these things happen fast from when you were just young lovers.. I was nineteen and he was only twenty one.. just a couple of ‘Wet behind the ears’ when all was said and done..

Well I often wonder would couples do it all again.. there are those that divorce but still alot who remain..marriage isn’t easy it has it’s highs with it’s lows.. then when the kids come along well one has the bickering blows..so I reckon the pair of us both deserve a special treat.. forty two years of wedded bliss is no mean feat🤣

Weaving in and out of radiant rainbows that’s where fluttering fairies and the unicorn goes.. blowing in breezes midst wintertime freezes.. betwixt blossoms of blooms that gives them all sneezes

Backwards and forwards.. fancy friends intertwining whilst the whistling wind is wailing and whining..ducking and diving in rivers and streams.. as this fabulous folklore lives on in our dreams..yet they are really there if we truly believe..and a nonbeliever doubts one’s decieve

Glittering glances of sparkling sprites dancing and prancing like angel’s delights..flimsy winged fairies and one-horned unicorns..pointy-eared elves on the crack of the dawns..Oh what a wonderful, colourful show..riding on unicorns on yon beautiful rainbow

I heard a’knocking on the tall oak tree but though I strained my eyes I could not see.. “a-rat-a-tat-tat” there it was again tapping in a rhythm driving me insane..

Well I stood below with it’s canopy in the sky and there I espied with my eager eye.. the busiest bird I had ever seen with his streaks of red amidst the leaves so green..Mr. Woody Woodpecker with his sharpened bill.. burrowing the bough with all his will..

So he touched his tip like a beat of a drum..and sap trickled down the trunk like bubblegum..he was pecking for a mate the amorous little thing.. one early morning in mild mid Spring..I thanked this Great spotted woodpecker for his wonderful sight.. then he turned his head and he took off in flight..

I am that tiny thread of grass, green, fresh and grand.. betwixt yon valleys..and highest hills.. I bring forth beauty across the land

Though you tread my spacious earth never giving me a second thought.. I am constantly at your beg and call to withstand weather’s juggernaut..for I am mighteous Mother nature spreading splendorous seeds of gold.. I paint the colours on the rainbows..my rottened fresh aghast with mould

Meander amidst my moorland meadows..swim my seven seas of brine..sail upon my salty oceans with that arced horizon line..bask below my scorching sun..gaze up at that bright moonlight..I am your four fantastic seasons..and the daytime with the night

My midnight sky of blinking stars twinkle on my canopy.. whilst I sweep away my shrouds of clouds hidden away clandestinely.. my teardrops teem as falling rain to saturate my soil.. an existence of an evermore creativeness uncoil

Last night I dreamed the craziest dream that there could ever be
..I rode upon an Octopus
and you were there with me

It’s tenticles took care of us..
It wouldnt let us fall
..As it ducked n dived and surfed the waves we played with a beach ball

We watched a mermaid  ride on a shark ..her hair was silvery blue..
She said hello and blew a kiss..
I was so surprised at you

You told her she would marry you..
you give her a golden ring..
I thought that you had went off your head..you were silly little thing

Oh my Oh my how we did fly upon an albatross tail..we leapt off with a parachute and landed on a whale

Well Mr Whale he opened his mouth and I thought we were gonna die..
but I heard you say “Its time to go”..
as I opened up my eye :)

One hundred buckets of soaked sand he dug up from the beach.. and by the time he’d finished the top it was much too tall to reach..Toby’s sandcastle stood majestic and Oh was so very grand..as people stood around watching him building it by hand

Toby modelled his citadel from the castle on the shore and on it’s final completion his little fingers were getting sore.. with his pitting and patting gelling all the sides together.. his taller brother stuck a flag on the very top of it..he used a feather.. “Wow what a creation”!! passerby’s  stood in awe.. it was worth all his hassle.. Toby’s sandcastle on the shore

Laugh as things get tougher..
Smile though you are feeling rougher..
Think positive thoughts every second of the day..
Leave negativity neglected and it will keep your blues away!!!

My depth is deep I hope you can swim.. I am totally tidal I turn on a whim.. I rock and roll and  I can get grim..sea sportsmen surf upon my skim.. I may look blue but I am not sad.. wild weather will worry me and make me so mad..so it is not my fault if I am bad.. people play in me I make them glad

I am a liquid so I am very wet.. boats sail on me amidst the scenic sunset.. carrying fishermen who catch fish in a net..but I can get rough lest they never forget..I will taste salty I will make your mouth dry.. though I shall saturate you I tell you no lie..I ebb and I flow from the moon in the sky..as it shines moonbeams upon me from way up high.. I splash from the raindrops as Mother nature will cry.. I am oceans and seas and I bid you goodbye

A beautiful majestic barn owl
Silently glides from barn to tree
I stare at this ghostly figure
As its eyes are fixed on me

I dare not move whilst standing still
As I’m willing it not to fly
It turns its neck & raises its wings
Then yells out a shrill cry

Oh pretty Mr Barn owl you need not be scared of me
Just to meet you on my nightly stroll
Means the world to me

I’ll not tell anyone I saw you
I will not tell a soul
This wise old owl must read my
Mind
As it swoops down to grab a vole

Wow, I cant believe what I’ve just seen
How lucky I must be
To witness this before my eyes
It fills my heart with glee

I swear before he flew away
He looked me in the face
I heard him say ‘Good evening’
Then he lifted off with grace

A secret is a story waiting to be told ready for a listener’s ear to unlock and unfold..that story with a secret will be a best seller’s book after the reader has taken a look

One little such and such, sneaky hush-hush can open up a can of worms running in a rush..spilling out and spreading from ear to ear betwixt chinese whispers to anyone thats near..then that hugger-mugger that was secretly sealed will be out in the open publically revealed

A word when it is spoken is a talked treasured token always with a totally unique sound from the different place it can be found..

One little word can say so much and is our way to keep in touch but when it is said from a stranger’s face who inhabits in a foreign place..one may not recognise that word as such coz that same word will be double-dutch..

Those wonderful little words that we rely on each and every second of the day make our communication so important in a marvellous way..Whilst it only takes one single word to put a huge smile on a face..that meaningful word we take for granted is essential for the human race

I hope my old house in a hundred years or more will still have occupants welcoming it’s door.. and I wonder if these people will not mind at all my ghostly apparition walking through the hall

You see that old corridor is where I spent most nights padding back and forth in my sleepless plights..there I will be in the darkness of the room wandering wearily in my shadowy gloom..Now the thing that I dread and fear the most is not to scare the death out of the living  when I am a ghost!!

Er’e he plays his pipes forever and a day and his faithful friend is ne’er far away..wi Scotland in his blood and those bagpipes t’ween his shoulder.. his sight warms the cockles frae any beholder..

“Speed bonny boat like a bird on the wing” and as the Scottish songs echo around.. all the passerby’s sing.. but Malcolm stands steadfast with his mind on his mission.. as the crowds enchore and revel in their vision.. for here is a true born Celtic soul and his passion for his historic past is his absolute goal..

So Malcolm McEwan plays his bagpipes far and wide with Misty his old Collie dog e’er by his side..
And I can well imagine that thru the timelessness of time when the pair have risen up to those heaven’s so sublime..there amidst the shadows and the darkness of the night.. one will hear yon pipes playing with muster and might.and ay it’l be the lone piper with his loyal pet happy in play.. listening to “Over the hills and faraway”

Everyone enjoys a good old sob story just as everybody loves a wild romance.. yet we all yearn for that final happy ending and not dare to leave it’s destiny to chance..nobody knows the finale until they have read the entire book..yet if a reader finds the story boring they may never even care to take a look

Alas not everything in this life is plain sailing.. so those happy endings may not always be the case.. but a novelist can pick and choose how the story ends and whatever happens on her writing space..so with a touch of cheerfulness and a dash of fear..she wanders in and out of her reader’s mind..and her narration may not always be crystal clear though her trails of thought are forever there to find

Show me the light at the end of that tunnel.. one glimmer of hope to guide my way.. lead me on towards that lighthouse..away from darkness and dismay..

Lift this weight from off my shoulders..let the sunshine soothe my soul..part the raging waves before me..so that I may take a stroll..point me in the right direction..leaving doom and gloom behind..where the world has found salvation and humanity is kind

Yon flickered flame from that candle glowing amidst the eventide..shall give me hope to warm my wellness and find my strength to forage wide..I will win over woeful worries.. I can conquer all my cares..  my mind shall find positivity before I climb those pearly stairs

Within a woebegone worldliness of uncertainty can any of us be certain what tomorrow will be ? wrapped around today’s troubles and anxiety is an uneasiness of ambivalence amidst ambiguity..

But no matter what the future holds and whatever lies ahead when one arouses from sweet slumbering lying nestled in our bed.. a new day will be dawning.. we can be very sure of that with human beings dodging to and fro from Covid-19..playing at ‘Bell the cat!!’

This anonymity and invisibility with an infection out there..is forever amidst one’s thinking so danger lurks everywhere..Yet there will always be a tomorrow from yesterday’s affairs..whilst scientists study sollutions and preaches say their prayers.. I guess the message that I am trying to convey to concerned people nowadays..is to stay as safe as houses but remain positive always..

Her long straight hair covered her slender back..it glistened in the morning sun like shiney shellac..bleached blonde from the splendid seaside air as she galloped like a ghost’s silhouette on her mare

Her horse was an inky black as the ace of spades as he trotted through the marshes amidst the everglades.. then across the grassy dunes kicking up the sand.. when she slightly kicked in her heels he cantered on the land..She inhaled the salty seaside air soaking up the ambience from the beauty everywhere..This was the spot that she loved the most down by the ebb and flow of the sandy coast

And saddled on ‘Spirit Dancer’ was what she enjoyed doing best as she sped through the surfy sea she put him through his test..but he raced like a rocket in the early sunlight..never stopping for a second in her determined delight..Two very different species in love with each other as they shared that special bond like a daughter to her Mother

Please be alert and very aware that Covid-19 is still out there!! Though it is hidden and we can not see it is spreading closer unfortunately..

Think of it each and every day and keep it well out of your way.. Just wash your hands and sanitize make this your priority normalize

It’s creeping closer and as catchy as hell so wash your hands and wash them well.. wear a coverup on your face when you are in a public place.. life is not the same as before with this infection outside our door.. disease may plague us for some time yet but we will conquer it I bet..

Those first pair of pretty eyes that we ever see belongs to our Mother as she cradles us so tenderly.. with such a strong undeniable love and we gel with one another like a hand in a glove

Our dear doting Mother is the one whom we can rely from the moment we are born until the day that we die.. she shall be there for us through thick and thin.. til’ the end of eternity and in our living within..nurturing our every single need and fretting as we go out into yon big wide world’s wonderful show

Look after your Mother.. always treat her with respect.. tell her how much she means to you..don’t let love lack in retrospect.. This little lady deserves your worth.. you owe her your life from that day of your birth.. Alas there may sadly come a day when your one faithful friend will pass away.. Please believe me this can happen to everyone.. I broke my heart the day my Mum was gone..

Little white heads scattered everywhere amidst field fairy rings here and there.. I trample my tread with love and care..this special moment is very rare

Mushrooms white amongst the green..clearly conspicuous so can be seen..my Dad used to call them ‘Fairy farts’ amidst the turf and cattle clarts..there is nothing like the taste of these.. the absolutely bees knees..

My breakfast in the morning.. and my lunch and tea as well.. mushrooms picked free range are better than the ones they sell.. they have that unique freshness straight from Mother earth.. she springs them annually with her Autumn’s birth