We are told that a rule of this blog is to comment on the work of ten other writers!
I simply cannot visit TEN! Visiting three's my limit!
That order will take my enthusiasm, and, very efficiently, dim it!
I visit about ten blogs a day, pursuing poetic themes!
That would make a hundred! Not in my wildest dreams
Could I find time to comment on a hundred blogs a day!
I'm too busy writing poems to spend my life that way.
I also have a house to clean and 'him indoors' to feed!
Domestic bliss would disappear very fast indeed
If I spent all day commenting! And how could I run my group?
(We put on plays and travel round as an entertainment troop.)
I get about six comments each day, with which I'm satisfied,
So anything in excess of that is duty multiplied.
So, if your 'Ten' is a serious rule, with which we must comply,
I'll simply have to write these words.....'Thank you and goodbye'.
I can only promise that I'll do my very best
To comment on three writers and simply skim the rest.
I hope I'll get dispensation and be allowed to be
That odd woman from Australia who only comments on THREE!
A little house with blue paintwork on a friendly Australian street.......
I'll take step one into the city, Newcastle, hard to beat.
I'll retrace my steps to the immigrant ship which, long ago, brought me here;
It will take me back to South Africa, a country I hold dear.
A further step takes me to the ship I worked on, with fun on every hand
And back to the years in Rhodesia, then a green and pleasant land.
Now back to the bustle of London, where I first spread my wings,
Then to my college in Brighton, and 'firsts' for so many things.
From thence to a beautiful village, full of historic charms
Then a further step into Wartime, with all its many alarms.
I'm very nearly home now, I'm at school, by the sea;
Back to the much-loved cousins and the joys of family.
Then back, back, back to the cradle, with a sister, now long gone,
Yes, I'm back in Margate. What a lot to look back upon!
Walking backwards is pleasant; taking stock of each used-up year.
But I know where I'm happiest.....
Malcolm and I had a lovely day out with Max and Harry, our two young grandsons yesterday. We had a ride on the ferry over to Stockton and we enjoyed a lovely pizza lunch over there before ferrying home again. Summer suddenly arrived with a temperature of 31 degrees. October heat always exhausts me; I get used to summer as time goes on. But a lovely breeze was blowing off the river so it wasn't too bad.I was pleased with some of the photos I took of the two boys.
Here comes the ferry to take us home.