Thursday, 20 October 2011


's blustery breeze
bends the tops of trees
and rattling showers of acorns
fall for laughing children
larking on their way from school
their satchels weighted down
with books of facts and figures
to digest before the dreaded morning bell
but what the hell! I'm out to play
and run about when tea is done
this day's too short to spend indoors
with pen and ink
it passes at the speed of light
and then it's night - no time to think!



  1. No time to think... I find it's just not possible to get a day to contain all the things they used to contain. Are days actually shorter than they used to be?

  2. Hi Dominic, I got round the time problem by bluffing my way through homework on the school bus in the morning.
    It was explained to me that time gets shorter as we get older because as a percentage of the time we reckon we have left to live it is greater each day. I don't know if that's really the explanation but it's the only one I've heard.
    Are you still running? If so, how's it going?

  3. A great pace to this which is driven by the moving images. Enjoyed it.

  4. Thanks Gordon, unlike Shakespeare's reluctant schoolboy or whatever he was...;)


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