The clock showed 10:16 , that was a strange time. The day before, the front door knocked.
A bigerknee was on the other side ,
It smiled and said hello,
The turned an ran up a slide.
These things happen at sixteen minutes past 10
The clock showed 10:16 , that was a strange time. The day before, the front door knocked.
A bigerknee was on the other side ,
It smiled and said hello,
The turned an ran up a slide.
These things happen at sixteen minutes past 10
It started on the Friday morning
The Referendum results came in
The leave campaigns score was soring
The answer was not to remain.
So the UK will leave the EU.
In two years the deed will be done,
The PM stood up and quit on you.
A. Labour leader is almost gone.
Let look to the football teams for joy
Wales an outer now but beats the Irish,
Is it just a case of Thursday joy.
The republic was the server the exit dish!
The pound fell
The markets crashed
Europe stumbled
And the English team crumbled!!
As he sat on the his favourite bench on looking out over the Saddleworth moors, he felt his calm and peaceful nature returning to him. It was as though the week of just annoying staff members, client and family was but a distant memory.
A warm breeze picked up over the ridge he was sat one. The rest of the visitors to this point were long gone and the Ice Cream van was just exiting the car park.
John was finally alone on the moor, the Summer solstice had passed so this was the first day the night would be closing in. He didn’t mind the late June sun streamed down on him. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the quiet.
He felt a large shadow passed over head, The paragliders are taking a risk at this time of night, surely the air currents are less strong?!?.
He drifted back into the void of his mind. In state of almost mediation, feeling the warmth of the night on him.