Winter is on it's way

Andrew is here today

The yummy soup for you

Come and share a bowl or two



The words are flowing

The soup is too

Guess we must be hungry

And the sky is blue

Verses come together

Passing on skills old and new

My grandson said
'he had writ
on his wrist'
which rhymes
and has
a reason
too

Pondering
wondering
what on earth
our friend
was doing
walking around
in just a vest
when usually
he likes to keep
nice and warm
I hope he is ok
Perhaps I'll get my answer
today

My daughter Anna,
bless her,
pushed me
to and from
Windermere
How,  I do not know
but I do know
that
I value my time with her

Here's one of three
Where could
the other two
be?

On my left
an industrial lawnmower
On my right
the shrill pitch
of the fire drill
Behind me
the clatterbang sound
of furniture
coming down the stairs
An unusually noisy morning!

The grass is greener now
after the scorching summer sun