Category Archives: Day 10

Read Me

Read Me 

It’s not that I think I’m right
It’s not that I want to present the facts
It’s not that I think you are wrong
It’s not that I want to change anyone.

I just want you to see it
how I see it
and spend time with me.
With this.

Surfing the net

Surfing the net

Kestrel glides the air waves,
to and fro, gimlet eyed.

Hiker criss-crosses the mountainside,
following a trail.

Lizard scuttles amongst the rocks,
here and there, pin- head peeping.

Bee busies itself buzzing in and out,
investigating the herbaceous border.

Earthworm burrows about,
blindly, on and on.

What am I looking for..?
I’ve forgotten.

Gethsemane Caravan Park, Cheshire

 

Gethsemane Caravan Park, Cheshire

When you come to think of it
Jesus might have liked a caravan
to save him all that walking and begging
beds for the night.

He could’ve sat on its steps
to tell stories while children played,
dogs barked and adults fed logs to a fire.

After the stories
someone could’ve started to sing
and someone could’ve started to dance.

So it’s not so outrageous.
You often hear invitations
to make a song and dance
about travellers.