A Cascade of Roses

A memory of Summer

A High Tide In Cornwall

There was to be a high tide,
That Autumnal expectation.
Would it sweep in before a gale,
Flooding over stacked sand-bags,
Filling the cellars.

It came, the air was still,
The harbour brimmed.
There was sea in the High Street,
But not too deep. Water rippled,
Gleamed with lamp-lights.

Excited voices echoed,
Youthful paddlers exultant,
Joyful in fulfilled expectation.
Not often could feet be dipped in the sea
In the High Street!

MSK

Food Or No Food.

Every day I see the crowds doing their shopping,
Walking on the pavements with their trolleys,
Loaded high with foods of great variety.
I come home with our food,
More than we truly need.
At home I see the news;
Often shown are skeletal people
With beautiful, huge-eyed babies,
Stick limbed,
No food.

MSK

Looking Back

This is an ancient and very faded and damaged photo
which I managed to bring back to black and white . The lady standing
is my mother and in the front on the left is my Auntie Maud, and on the right my
Auntie Annie.

This is my Grandma Charlotte, My Dad's mother.
I knew her. I was 13 years old wnen she died.