Manure

October, and it's everywhere I go.

Of course I know it helps things grow.

But it smells like s....

And I don't like it one little bit.

It's flowing through the air and reaching my nose,

and I worry it may squelch in between my toes.

It even creeps in through the car windows when they are shut.

It seeps into your mouth and into your gut.

It's all this travelling you see.

Mother nature is throwing everything at me.

Still, it's all part of the smell and feel of the seasons and I'm really into that.

Unless, I step into a pile of that brown stuff and go SPLAT!

Tractors

At one time or another, at some time in our lives, we've all got stuck behind a tractor.

And as they crawl along the lane we can't stand any more.

But today as I drove through town, I was met with a tractor parade.

That really made the grade.

Two small combine harvesters trudged along in front,

then 6 tractors behind them made the drivers grunt.

Fortunately for me it did not hurt my pride,

because for once, I wasn't behind them, I was on the other side.

I have only two words to say because the view is poetry in motion.

CHESIL  BEACH

Take your time and don't rush, else forever there will be a hush!

It was foggy, rainy and foggy again when I went to work.

It may have driven some people berserk.

But not me, because I was happy to go at forty miles an hour instead of fifty.

Because usually, when I drive to work I'm pretty nifty. 

But when there is fog around I don't mind one little bit.

They can all drive how they see fit.

I know I have to get to work but I give myself some extra time.

Because I don't want them death bells to chime.

So people don't be in such a rush. 

If you can't drive safely, then catch the bus. 

Saturday

The sun is shining and the sky is blue.

I've got absolutely nothing to do.

Or rather, I've got lots to do today.

But I just want to play.

I might do some writing, get back on that horse again.

But then............

Friday Friday Friday

I've got that Friday evening feeling and I'm loving it.

I'm just going to sit, sit and sit.

I'm going to stuff my face with chocolate biscuits and then moan about being fat,

until I topple over and go SPLAT!

And woe betide anyone who dares to enter my bedroom in the  morning to wake me up,

unless they've got something in a teacup.

Writers block again!

 Writing poetry and prose should be fun.

But sometimes it just makes me want to run.

There never seems enough time 

to sit down and get engulfed in rhyme.

And as for stories, they are a deep dark pit.

They make you fidget and you cannot sit.

I love my characters and my stories I really do.

But just lately, I can not get a breakthrough.

Minutes, hours, days, weeks and months just blend into a blur.

So for now, I'll have to defer.

My characters are stagnating just like me.

I can not give them life; I can not set them free.

My mind won't wonder like it used to.

It's making me irritable and blue.

I have no idea what to do.

I've  tried new characters, but there is no glue.

They have all lost their appeal.

They are just imaginary when they should be real.

They should be resolute, kind and at least have some pep, 

and not act like a travel rep. ( all travel reps excluded.)

.......................

I sometimes leave my stories for a while,  hoping I will be fresh when I return.

I've had them in my life so long now, 

they're starting to give me heartburn.

But it's a fact universally known,

that nothing gets better if you constantly moan.

So it's onward and upward I go.

Even though my writing is oh so slow!

  

I'm feeling optimistic but apprehensive too.

because