The bombardment stopped,
The cannon was empty,
The tower still shook.
RELOAD! !,
Cannonball placed in the gapping mouth
Pushed in to it’s bowels,
The fuse lit.
BOOM!!!!
AGAIN!!
3 Days it lasted till the wall came down
But who’d have thought the tower would too!
So on Thursday, the old one from the Wrexham valley released his new book a poem one. This has been a long rumored to be almost complete think it is been in that stage for 4 years perhaps less. I do the old man a disjustice or injustice as the spellcheck is not that amazing.
As ever I digress as is my wonted custom of my blog….
So here goes
Wayne Owens’ author Bio
Morning, this was delayed due to being a father, Henry would not settle so I only had time to do this
So yawn and must try harder
It was an old terraced house in the southend of chester. The house had been under surveillance for two weeks. The warrant had finally arrived, the radios crackled, “operation ZZAlpha”.
Out of his car came DC Shaw, he followed uniform into the house.
“This is the Police, stay where you are and don’t move.”
The lounge was empty, and the kitchen was clear, Shaw nodded to his team to clear the bedrooms.
Kicking open the bedroom on the left, PC Burns found a man in a monks habit in a state of meditation, he and his partner quickly and efficiently subdued and cuffed the man. Burns was stunned by the ease and that the man never seemed to leave his meditative state.
Shaw kicked the second bedroom door, as he entered he caught something in the corner of his eye.