Summer Caving (August poetry competition)

I know you lot are quite a bit older than me so this generation’s offering might not be for you. The Neutron bomb, although old enough to be our big sister, did it for us. Grease is the word.

Summer Caving

Summer caving, had us a whack
Summer caving, me, Debbie and Jack Black
We got fed up with the beach
So we went somewhere out of reach
Summer caving, in the depths
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Morning light and Advent Calendars

The morning light yesterday on the last day of November was like Turkish delight over the fields at the back of our house while the gardens were still in shadows. The horse (not mine!) knew where to stand to catch the early rays between the roof top shadows.

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