spelled refipe in old books,
expect difafter spelled the same.

manner.

check the symptoms daily.

it is that time of year, with whether,
fear for those at sea, the radio
plays for me.

these are the darker days,
petrified forests, all too
many effs. spelling can be
a pleasant pastime, when all else
fails.

to activate the brain, and pleasant hormones.

surprising, probably teasing,
hopefully.        it was said.

deflated, we walked the lane,
watched the flood.     water

everywhere, washed the car
needlessly. tidied
the outbuilding, swept the

cellar.       it has been
raining a lot recently. be

careful what you say.

wind blows round our houses,
here.
wide walls hold  back, draughts
fan the fire. clean welcome air.

wind blows the sea into town, blows
the bodies. it is a very sad

affair.

small town, wind blows round.

the birds sang earlier this morning.

pattern set, loom  idle.

slaying the reed  over,
task of threading done.

hope over  holiday
thread may fall.

this mill is a place of
meeting, greeting

this year.

tenterhooks.

the pattern is set,
in stone.

what can i say, except happy.



mine started after the solstice really,

it seemed to make more sense, yet



i will go along with the rest today, say happy.



we should say happy everyday.



i think it is a thread that runs level,

while the bad and joyous stuff, is

another, you know like those

graphs we did at school.

anyway, enough of the philosophy,

whille wind blows clear

outside.

for those in peril on the sea

plays each morning steadily.

fingers tap the sounds, the words,

little ideas readily.        wore rags,

ate off broken plates before

it was screened.

yet i bet this is not a first,

not really our idea.

so we keep on mending, making, pray

for those at sea.

i wished it had bean
an orange cup, i wish
there had bean beans,

yet all were ground and
brewed, and i have
not bean so good
at this one, so

you do not need
to like, then i will
not need to thank
thee.

i feel like i bean an has
bean, in today’s
challenge.