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My Poems writing

Fire in the sky

as the sun disappeared

behind the horizon

the clouds make way, scattered

set the sky ablaze, sun.

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creativity Finished Objects Knitting Nature photography writing

Autumn Tales

Autumn is slowly drawing to a close, with the winter solstice around the corner.

Our walks are getting more wet and muddy. The sky displays gorgeous and ever changing artwork reflecting the light of the sun, hiding somewhere behind the clouds…

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Welcome 2018

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!

As you are about to put the Christmas tree away and remove all traces of any festive season activities, before you recycle all these Christmas cards, WAIT! and read on…

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Knitting Thom writing

Autumn Equinox catch up

Hello my dear friends,

I hope you are all well and that you all enjoyed Spring, Summer and the Autumn Equinox, wherever you are!

Here life is like the tide. In and out. Gentle rolling waves. Storms. Winds. Then deep, blue and calm again. My thoughts and ideas are like seagulls. Sometimes they blend in the scenery, with just a few passing comments. Sometimes they shout too loud or steal my chips.

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Nature photography

In The Wild. Wild. Woods.

Today we went for a walk in the woods, just before sunset…

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Entering Into The Winter Solstice…

‘Twas The Sunday Before Christmas…HightStreet

Lamposts have covered themselves with trees of light…

Christmas Tree

And trees have adorned their branches with fairies, pixies and lights…

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My Poems

Being the Walrus…

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Running free under the clouds

Loud clouds above our heads

It sounds like hell unravelling,

The skies are shaking

Waking up the dead.

Running free under the clouds

Being the Walrus,

Being the Walrus

Hearing him calling aloud

Elegant sunset, pink-blue sky

Elegant bullet, shouting so high

We can hear it through the clouds

Above our heads, while he is still calling aloud

She is the Walrus,

She is the Walrus

Pink plastic bag in the tree

Is no longer there

Racing to the ditch, racing free

Past the monster’s lare

We’re the Walrus,

We’re the Walrus

Koo Koo Ka Choo…

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Noemie.