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Distant songs

I was watching kids on a playground the other day, remembering games I played in the long ago, such fun it was, even the remembering. I don’t think the games or pranks have changed much … DISTANT SONGS the game … Continue reading

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On Going towards sleep

What do the stars do when we’re asleep? Perhaps they sleep too, or do they play all night? Or do they wait to play during the day when we can’t see them? … ON GOING TOWARDS SLEEP I have put … Continue reading

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The Skipping

At one time or another we all send stones skipping across waves, trying to see how many skips we can get. It’s fun and oddly relaxing, though there is often a competitive element, watching waves, counting the skips. It’s also … Continue reading

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High Style

Is anything more fun than taking a child to the park? Watching her, or him, on the slides, checking out all the equipment, just plain having fun? … A HIGH STYLE                                        he swooshes down the long yellow slide wearing green … Continue reading

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Sand Haiku

It’s almost the end of the season for sun and sand. Sand-castles. Sand in an hour-glass. Sand on the beach. Sand in the car. Sand in my socks … A A footprints                 … Continue reading

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Games All Year

The newspaper announced the other day that it’s ‘the silly season’. I’m not sure what they meant but perhaps we challenge ourselves in different ways? Stand on one foot for an hour, skip rope for a day? Climb a mountain? … Continue reading

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garden gate

Driving home, as I turn a corner I catch a glimpse of someone or something …  small things, moments caught and held in memory, that one tries to pin down, go back to, hold onto … these things … A … Continue reading

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