My path.

I have a path, all of my own.

Where I can live, and call it home.

I’ve walked along a sandy shore,

and tapped upon a lover’s door.

I’ve watched the waves come crashing in

and spent a day, or two, in sin.

I have a path, that is my own,

where I fight my demons

for my unknown reason’s,

where I can be, and call it home.


Blackberry Towers.

I remember the cornfield from when I was young

The place that us kids would go to have fun.

Daffodils breaking through the warming earth,

As the promise of spring filled the air with mirth.

We played kerby, footy, bulldog and chase,

Climbed trees in the hope of reaching space.

Our knees were bloodied, elbows bruised,

We wore hand me down clothes and real leather shoes.

Daisy chain ropes that reached to the skies,

dandelion clocks, oh how time flies!

Purple fingers, betraying lips,

Blackberry pies with apple bits.

Bonfire night, the woolies came out.

In before dark! The mothers did shout.

Sparklers, fireworks, penny for the guy.

Halloween sweeties in endless supply.

Snowmen so big we stood in awe. Then

Took turns aiming for the highest score.

One in each garden some on the path,

A pile of wet socks, gloves, hats and scarves.

I remember the cornfield swaying in the breeze

Before they laid brick, took away the trees

Everything got busy, the air grew stale.

And nobody noticed when the kids grew pale.

Rude people

Hello world, so today’s Blog comes courtesy of me being a little pissed of today, some might call it a blog entry and others might call it simply a rant!

So rude people, they seriously piss me of, now, they come in different forms, you have your, unable to ‘communiate efficiently so appear rude types’, and you have your ‘I think im better than you and so will not give you the time of day types’, my anger is not directed at those that for whatever reason are unable to articulate themselves in an efficient manner and so appear to be rude types, but rather at the others.

You see the thing that annoys me most, is people who are rude in public, especially when done in front of my child. These people think they rule over the path, and so obviously they automatically have right of way, and so have no need to acknowledge the fact that actually they have right of way on the path for the simple reason that I have given it to them, a simple nod, smile or thank you, would not hurt.

Do these people not see, that when a child is out in public they’re learning about the social rules that govern their society, if a child see’s enough times that adults perceive themselves as better than those around them and therefore as having automatic rights of way, without even a hint of acknowledgement, then that child will believe that to be the acceptable and normal behaviour expected of them in society.

I often wonder if those people who choose to not acknowledge when a person has given them the right of way, are the ones that go home and complain about the youth of today and how disrespectful they are and of course how it is all the parents fault? They don’t seem to acknowledge that they play their part in creating the youth of today, they choose to express inappropriate manners, and to influence what children learn in their own communities.

I teach my child to respect those around, i teach my child that they are equal to those around, I get great pleasure in seeing the faces of the shamed, as my child’s words echo through the air ‘that person didn’t say thank you, and i moved out of their way’. These people can believe themselves to be better than those around them, but a child see’s them through different eyes, simpler eyes, a child will judge an adult without hesitation, and their judgement is usually correct.