Only five days left to go
Six if you include today!
So what will say
On this 95th day in a row?
A drawing, story or verse!
A blog, log or a frog!
It could be some ritual to rehearse
It another post in the cog
To upload a creative thing.
When it is late at night
Soon midnight will sing
As I just type any old ………
He stood at the t junction, it has taken him 20minutes to leave the cover of the forest and follow the dirt track. It had wound its way over the hillside and became more a tarmacadam road than a track. The land was walled up as he passed the line of track and road, yet the rusty five bar gate lay slumped on the right hand like a drunk tramp.
The path he was on finally ended at this T junction. But which way to go left or right?
Niether direction looked appealing, as he starred towards his right he could see the road bend and wave up a hill and over the brow to well whatever was there.
Left was a flatter past with woods on either side about 3 miles away, then road dipped down and was gone.
About 6 yards on the right of the left side of the road was a gap in the wall and a long wooden post with a broken sign.
“Left!”
“Yes I will go left.”
Well if in doubt go left was his old boss’ motto.
Reaching the style and broken post, he scanned the vegetation, buried in the deep bramble bush was a broken plank of wood.
Pulling it carefully out he saw the lets carved into it.
Inas draig
Aled was stunned, he looked at the words then at the piece of wood still attached to the post. There was a D clearly on view……
So Sunday school.
They say he is 6ft 5,
others say he is 5ft 7
All agree he likes his Brown jackets.
Like a littlest hobo he travels the states,
Why? They ask, there is no why
Just cos!
He must they say be a searcher
But know he is a bad guys bogeyman.
Knight of old, righting wrongs!
Some say drifter
But he is just Jack REACHER.
The rose from the trenches in single file.
Order coming from the rear
heading out into no man’s land through the smoke most vile.
Football was used to bring them Near
Boom ! Boom went the German guns
The Soldiers went on up the hilly ground
Friends and brothers fell, others firing their guns
Thick smoke, cries of pain , the stench of death all around.
The Anglo French plan to win,
Got dented in the battle of Verdun
Slashing the French lines there in
Whilst depleting the Hun.
It all started so well
On the first of July
In the air the Flags Fly
Whilst Somme descended into HELL!