Out of the Past

She assured herself momentarily that these were merely the phantoms of dreams. That she would before long awake in the comfort of bed with no harm done.

It waits ever peaceful willing to serve this house this home this haven of old
Just around the bend

Breathe yes – take a breath
Take a leaf from the book of an old old tree

‘The child is the father of the man’ – William Wordsworth.

Come get your kicks
on Route 66

You’ll be the center of the mix
Where big cars hit the sticks
on Route 66

I couldn’t had will to resist
i drifted away with the mist
i lost myself in the mist

I fought a long battle against prejudice and ignorance!

closed my eyes
drifted towards eternal bliss

where we have been leaving to our generation next
I often wonder what future generations will make of our efforts!

So here I lean, against the trench wall, rifle at the ready, my foot on the ledge waiting for that bloody whistle