Bonkers Conkers picture by the author Darren Greenidge He walks by the riverside, jacket wrapped tight
past ducks and geese, the latter gives him a fright
With its loud squawking noise and flapping wings
he moves a bit faster, away from trouble it may bring
The noise dies down slightly as he passes a girl
she sits reading a book, her hair does she twirl
He looks at her briefly, trying to catch her eye
her long dark hair flows over her shoulders, he sighs
Moving on past a man and his little dog
and a woman out for a lonely jog
He kicks at some golden brown leaves
fallen from autumn’s colourful trees
He came out to clear his head in autumn’s freshness
to rid himself of all the infernal messiness
This being a favourite time of year
maybe he’ll find a pub, a fire, have a beer
He see’s some kids throwing sticks up at trees
aiming at conkers they are trying to free
All these kids are bonkers conkers he smiles
as he walks past them and on for another mile
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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