The crescent moon rides
high in the sunset skies
cloudstreams far above
appear motionless
Reflected in the sea
not ruffled by movement
winking into the night
a reassurance from the lighthouse
A bird slowly glides past
looking for its last meal of the day
Nothing to be seen
darkness is nigh
Wisps of mist slowly drift by
gliding over the water
ghostly appearances
from the now faded day
The hunter now rises
chasing the bull
his two hounds faithful
close by to his east
As he moves to the west
will daybreak ensue
But what will that bring?
Only time will tell
Saturday, 20 October 2012
Saturday 20 October
A beautiful, sunny day but not feeling very warm. The daytime max was 11C, but as I type this (9.30pm), the mercury has plummeted to freezing. Hope the bulbs I put in pots will keep well, although said pots are right against a wall. Things are quiet in the tropics, except for the Caribbean Sea where a tropical disturbance (prosaically named 99L) is threatening rain to the islands of Hispaniola, Cuba and the Bahamas over the next few days.
Today was good for cloudscapes, so I'll share a few pics of those.
Apart from clouds, these pics clearly show the great weather we're having at the moment. Leaving the temps to one side, what's that, autumn?
Today was good for cloudscapes, so I'll share a few pics of those.
Apart from clouds, these pics clearly show the great weather we're having at the moment. Leaving the temps to one side, what's that, autumn?
The internees
It seemed like such a good idea
Sign up for the reserves
Already at sea most of the time
An old salt could learn new tricks
More out than in past Arnish
Down by the Shiants
Up near Rona
Sidle up to the Atlantic, unbeatable
Go on exercise every once in a while
Get a nice sum every year
A retainer for being ready
To drop all for king and country
Well, they shot that man way out yonder
And now the world's gone mad
I've got to go down to England
Train up for the real shooting stuff
What's this, I'm told, we're in a Division?
Not at sea but on land
Mr Churchill says so, he's our boss
Down to old Antwerp, halt Jerry Hun
Not in your wildest dreams, we're going back west
Where's that train, oh dear we've missed it
The CO says go north, boys
Let's take our luck, head up into Holland
So here we are in the land of the level
An old city, kind folk
They've got as little food as we get
Horsemeat is about the best we can expect
No fighting for us, we're interned
Some have escaped, back to Blighty they went
Others were let out to help with harvest at home
Came back, as they'd given their word
Hurray! war is over, peace for our time
But we haven't really fought, have we
Our kinsmen and friends fell valiantly
Whilst we chewed the cud in the Low Countries
No, won't mention this ever again
Sign up for the reserves
Already at sea most of the time
An old salt could learn new tricks
More out than in past Arnish
Down by the Shiants
Up near Rona
Sidle up to the Atlantic, unbeatable
Go on exercise every once in a while
Get a nice sum every year
A retainer for being ready
To drop all for king and country
Well, they shot that man way out yonder
And now the world's gone mad
I've got to go down to England
Train up for the real shooting stuff
What's this, I'm told, we're in a Division?
Not at sea but on land
Mr Churchill says so, he's our boss
Down to old Antwerp, halt Jerry Hun
Not in your wildest dreams, we're going back west
Where's that train, oh dear we've missed it
The CO says go north, boys
Let's take our luck, head up into Holland
So here we are in the land of the level
An old city, kind folk
They've got as little food as we get
Horsemeat is about the best we can expect
No fighting for us, we're interned
Some have escaped, back to Blighty they went
Others were let out to help with harvest at home
Came back, as they'd given their word
Hurray! war is over, peace for our time
But we haven't really fought, have we
Our kinsmen and friends fell valiantly
Whilst we chewed the cud in the Low Countries
No, won't mention this ever again
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