by John Young
What a beautiful summers day sun splitting the sky, glowing and inspiring yet the east wind screams through our bones,enough to make you cry.
The barge is resting at peace , diesel fills our nostrils, pens and pencils are primed and ready to write , ears on full alert listening , waiting yet , yes its time for a fleece.
Clunk, clank boom we are ready for the off.
Captian Bev gives us the shout
"Peanut butter away"
Looking forward to our adventure on a glorious day.
The question is what do we know ?,we ponder we drink coffee we go with the flow.
Bish bash bong the old lady murmurs along ,carrying the writers dreams, hopes and fears a bit of laughter and a wee tear.
What a beautiful summers day sun splitting the sky, glowing and inspiring yet the east wind screams through our bones,enough to make you cry.
The barge is resting at peace , diesel fills our nostrils, pens and pencils are primed and ready to write , ears on full alert listening , waiting yet , yes its time for a fleece.
Clunk, clank boom we are ready for the off.
Captian Bev gives us the shout
"Peanut butter away"
Looking forward to our adventure on a glorious day.
The question is what do we know ?,we ponder we drink coffee we go with the flow.
Bish bash bong the old lady murmurs along ,carrying the writers dreams, hopes and fears a bit of laughter and a wee tear.
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