Picture courtesy of ronhicks.fineartworld.com
He comes out for the day
to see a friend of old
For celebrations his friend’s birthday
he does brave the winter cold
But arriving early and sitting at the bar
before anyone else to meet and shivering from the cold
He orders his drink to keep away the chill, nothing hard
”You can’t sit there, move away!” He is told
This puts him in a bad mood
unwelcome he does feel
This is not how to be treated, nor ever should
is this moody barman real?
This barman, a manager he seems
couldn’t manage a chimps tea party
So the man sits and writes what he sees
all joyful and hearty
Yet he remains calm, with his drink moves away
rising above, not wishing for any confrontation
For this barman shall not ruin his day
or the coming celebration
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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