Shoo Sand!

SHADOW SHOT SUNDAY

http://heyharriet.blogspot.com/

SHOO SAND!

I'm wrestling with a snake!

He's wriggling!

Well, for goodness sake!

Now I'm giggling?

Sand between my toes!

It's scratching!

Down the drain it goes!

Despatching!

Max down by the sea!

But not now

Because he's grown, at three, 

A lot now!

Days down at the beach!

Delightful!

Already out of reach.

How frightful!

Time goes by so fast!

He's growing!

Last year's days have past!

No slowing!

Pictures on a screen

Remind us

Of a time-past scene,

Now behind us.

*

Quite a different snake story here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/assimilation.html

Bobo's Tail

SHADOW SHOT SUNDAY

http://heyharriet.blogspot.com/

BOBO'S TAIL!

I started life as 'Banjo' and that's my proper name,
But I'm very friendly, cuddly, lovable and tame,
And Max could not say 'Banjo' so now I make a claim....
That Bobo is a good name for a dog.
My tail is rather splendid, I wave it all around;
It makes a charming shadow there behind me on the ground.
And my family agrees with me, everybody having found
That my tail is a good tail for a dog.
*
Baby Banjo here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/extra-extra_6994.html

Silent Symphony

SHADOW SHOT

http://heyharriet.blogspot.com/2010/01/shadow-shot-sunday-88.html

SILENT SYMPHONY

A book, a stand, a clarinet,

But no-one's there to use them yet.

Left to itself an instrument

Is quite inert, with no intent.

The book is paper, nothing more

Although it may contain a score.

Awareness of music is not in these;

Their purpose isn't symphonies.

Clarinet, book and stand all wait

To meet the player that seals their fate.

*

More Magic Music here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/grand-orchestration.html

See tomorrow's blog for a rather cynical view of joy.

Shadow Shuffle

SHADOW SHOT

http://heyharriet.blogspot.com/2009/11/shadow-shot-sunday-80.html




SHADOW SHUFFLE

Down at the Olive Tree Markets on a Saturday in Spring

There was quite a rush,

Almost a crush,

As each searched for 'that little thing'.

And the shadows were stirred like a pudding underneath all the scuffling feet.

And we met and talked

And sat and walked

And life seemed very sweet.

*

Another market here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/street-cry.html