Out of darkness,
Stepping through a curtain of fog,
They emerged, like ghosts,
The trees framed their journey,
Into the light.

I’ve a picnic wrapped in a kerchief,
And I’m accompanied by my best friend,
I’m intending to avoid any mischief,
In my search for the rainbow’s end.
So please don’t try and stop me,
An adventure is our intention,
Well get by with charm and a real esprit,
And oodles of invention!

Trees, leeching their golden foliage
Across the road.
It appears as if a rich philanthropist
Has scattered handfuls of coins into the air.
And I benefit.
I cycle in gold.

The mystery and beauty
Of Venice.
Fog drifting across a canal,
Semi-obscuring the buildings beyond.
A palazzo next to a small hotel,
Boats moored alongside.
Just step off your gondola
Through the doorway
And uncover the stories awaiting you…
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I’m the gribble of the down pipe,
I regurgitate your rainfall trash,
I’ll water your garden with just one swipe,
And revegetate in a flash!
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The Lumiere Brothers, Les Freres Lumiere,
Created cinema that people could share,
Their very first movie was of a passenger train,
And audiences returned, again and again,
The birth of the movies is 1895,
When the Lumiere Brothers made film come alive.

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You know that horrid travel crate?
I really am not for it!
It’s poky and doesn’t smell too great,
I tell you, I abhor it
If I want to explore the great outdoors,
I’ll do it on my own four feet,
I’ll rummage under the helibores,
That are fragrant, smelling sweet.
So whilst my human’s occupied,
With her knitting or crochet,
I’ll steal the chance to go and hide,
I’ll quietly slip away.

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The trees along the river
Stand patiently
Silent, still sentinels
Leaning over the stream
As if to embrace its waters
And the world this morning
Is fogged with mist
With countless shades of violet
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Take me, take me away from here,
From this featureless landscape without remission.
Take me on a black, black night,
That’s starless.
Or a grey morning,
That’s overcast,
Drive me down a long, straight road,
That leads who knows where,.
Just away from this place,
Oh, drive me to the moon.
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There’s a ladder,
Leading down, down,
Into the depths,
A ladder into the abyss.
Dare I step on its rungs,
Climb down and push away?
I hesitate,
For fear of where it may lead me.
It represents to me,
Each one of my failed ambitions,
But perhaps also new beginnings,
To which I cannot yet see a conclusion.
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