25-04-2014, 06:01 PM
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Did I see the other side?Golden Hill
I once was driving along the A30 westward early in the morning and it was misty. I approached a slow incline and ether side of the road there was mustard plants as far as the eye could see. As I approached the top of this hill the sun burst through the mist lighting up the whole glorious golden yellow vista. Indescribably bright and golden, an incomparable spectacle which momentarily overwhelmed me. I could have been in heaven. It was as if God was trying out a new spectacle, with just me to experience it, A minute later the sun went back in and no one would have seen what I saw. Only a god could put on a show like that, and not be even bothered whether anyone witnessed it or not
Many years later I was in a yoga group meditating . The leader was describing a warm place in the sun and I became instantly transported back to that golden hill. More than transported I became as one with that golden yellow substance & was happy to end my earthly existence there and then, but I knew it wasn’t my time yet, I had to exercise a superhuman effort of will to re enter my physical body. For some days afterwards life seemed very two dimensional.
Did I see the other side??
28-04-2014, 06:22 PM
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POEM . MY SHEDAt the bottom of my garden is my big green shed
When I bought it , it was a shade of cedar red
I soon tired of the cedar red colour
Cos it looked like a million other (sheds)
In this shed I had achair
It was for me to sit in there.
For quite a while it housed my canaries
But , as you know, I’m quite contrary
Then it housed my many old tools
I didn’t use them, silly fool.
Now it’s full of odds and sods
Wife shakes her head and nods
As to what I’ll now use it for
Bearing in mind the now rotten floor
I’ve had it now for many years
Now on it’s last legs I fear
I thinkI’ll have to get rid of that (shed)
Themeeces under it attract the cats
RJ/2014
28-04-2014, 07:14 PM
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Originally Posted by Robert Junior
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POEM . MY SHEDAt the bottom of my garden is my big green shed
When I bought it , it was a shade of cedar red
I soon tired of the cedar red colour
Cos it looked like a million other (sheds)
In this shed I had achair
It was for me to sit in there.
For quite a while it housed my canaries
But , as you know, I’m quite contrary
Then it housed my many old tools
I didn’t use them, silly fool.
Now it’s full of odds and sods
Wife shakes her head and nods
As to what I’ll now use it for
Bearing in mind the now rotten floor
I’ve had it now for many years
Now on it’s last legs I fear
I thinkI’ll have to get rid of that (shed)
Themeeces under it attract the cats
RJ/2014
28-04-2014, 10:19 PM
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Bit of advice RJ, don't shed the shedI have one, shedding causes dread
Mine is full of sons once dreams
A shrine to ones core upstream
The cobwebs form, the windows taint
No room for man and boy to gait
But that don't matter, dreams prevail
My shed will, still, sustain a gale.
28-04-2014, 11:04 PM
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Oh why do you fill my heart with dreadby saying you'll get rid of your shed.
Has it not a sentimental value alone?
does not a dog bury his old bone.
If it's gone beyond repair, don't despair
but gently take it all apart, bolt by bolt nut by nut,
and replace it with a Summer hut.
29-04-2014, 10:27 AM
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Thank you lads for your adviceYou have now made me think twice
When I view it from the stout back door
I don't think it such an eyesore
I could give a lick of paint in a trice
And keep those pesky little mice
In the name of conservation
It'''ll be a new conversation
All my neighbours will stop and shout
That my neon coloured shed is about
the brightest shade of green
they have ever seen
the end
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