From time and place and season I am lost, Disorientated ,missing tracks well worn. Do not suppose I’m unaware of cost, Nor label me with epithets of scorn. For usual paths lead to the usual place. The safest way to live and perhaps to die, But wandering through the woods I find new space and in wild grasses with the fox I lie. Through distant trees, I see a way to go As narrow as a slit in pale limestone. I pass in silence as if in deep,deep snow. My courage rises even as I groan. Remember when we’re lost ,we may then find Another way,a place,another mind.
It is very hot here today which makes it harder for the people in the fire-torn block.I went ahead and erected my garden parasol as I have not sat outside for 3 years.We used to eat there.I was thinking, here is me in my garden and all the poor folk are crammed into dangerous buildings which I think must be uncomfortable even normally.My perennial geraniums have run wild.I can’t manage to download the photos yst
f you live in West London the Red Cross say they need blankets the most,Clothes as well.This puts things into perspective.
London suffers more catastrophe
As screams awaken sleepers in this tower
A high rise block with only one exit
Oh, many now will take their mourning flowers.
Some have made the SOS sign now
Seen by people standing in the street
The firefighters are not allowed inside
So soon it will be death these people meet
Who designed these cheap and dangerous flats?
I can’t believe they had no fire exits
Was the Referendum a cheap vote?
Will we be asked to suffer through Brexit?
These cheap flats brought death to many folk
To leave the EU now seems but a jape.