Walking by the side of the wide road
Soaking wet, freezing cold
Mist falls silent across the fields
I don't recognise this world
Cars spray by
water spinning from their tyres
Warm inside, they navigate the line
Pulling on my jacket as they head towards the sky
On the rise of the highest hill
Day turns grey and wind howls shrill
Storm clouds gathering overhead
The road is long. It bleeds bright red
As cars blast by
They're going home and so am I
Thumbing for a ride
My hands are cold and my heart is tired
Friendly faces in the grey downpour
Glad to fall into an open door
Dripping water on their back seat
Very soon i am asleep
Trees flash by
I watch the world turn black before my eyes
I watch it fall without surprise
I close myself inside
I saw a sheep dog run off with a farmer's wellington boot once. The old man had stopped to check his sock for a stone and the dog picked the boot up gently in its jaws and loped off, grinning.
The sight of the hopping mad farmer was funny, but the dog circling him at a distance, with his boot, was much funnier.
That was one of those times i had to give up pretending not to laugh.
wow Izzie - that is a picture and a half! (I liked the bees, too)
thanks for the link - its a great thread
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Endymion
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Thu 19 Mar, 2009 07:17 pm
@edgarblythe,
edgar - good to see you here. wish i could offer you a beer
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msolga
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Thu 19 Mar, 2009 11:45 pm
@Endymion,
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I saw a sheep dog run off with a farmer's wellington boot once. The old man had stopped to check his sock for a stone and the dog picked the boot up gently in its jaws and loped off, grinning.
Happy silly sheep dog.
I hope the farmer eventually saw the funniness, too.
