Where is Mac?
We’re right in the middle of moving house and doing busy-stuff.
Finding time to post has been hard. I decided to make some today. Goodness me, I feel a poem coming on.
(*Scots some times call a house a ‘hoose’):
Hoose to Hoose*
Amidst the boxes here I sit
And contemplate our complex flit
Of things to do and weights to lift
And photos needing of a sift
And rules and deeds and papers lawful
And complications … bloody awful
And removal contracts changing dates
And boxes stuffed with heavy weights
Of books and contents most confusing
Of stress and tempers close to losing
And so I pause and breathe a sigh
Call the new place to mind’s eye
And leaning back think of the view
The peace, the quiet … there’s the clue
Kids and grandkids close at hand
And close by hill and sea and sand
An open fire in wintry cold
To warm my bones … if truth be told
The pain of waiting eases swift
As future thoughts my spirits lift
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…grand muse upon yeez there, that man, Borassic 🙂
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