Kicking leaves

There's golds, there's rusts, there's light brown hues.
Olive green mixes, there's dark tans too.
Warm Autumn colours make wonderful views,
It's time to get out there in fine sturdy shoes!

Will you walk amongst the fresh falling leaves,
That crisp and curl beneath our feet,
Or come to life with the breath of a breeze
And dance and greet us when together we meet?

We give them help, sending them on their way
When striding, a kick in our high ankle boots.
They tip toe and tap dance in the wind they all sway,
Hiding in hedges amongst the tree roots!

Blown hither and thither before they whither to waste,
Tumbling and turning a compost it makes.
In the Spring time we'll give thanks
When the new buds awake
Remembering fondly those leaf kicking pranks!

The colours of fall the warmth you instill,
Loving the Autumn fine vistas and views.
Like hot broth of soup warming memories fill,
A time to hold close our time to renew.
But what I love most at this time of year
Is kicking those leaves and holding you near!

It's kicking off in Stortford

It's kicking off in Stortford
New Cold War simmering hot
North Korea plan invasion
You can believe it all or not

There's battles being prepared for
The Strategy been agreed
Sun Tzu methodology
To ensure that we stay freed

Be the Duke Of Marlborough
Oudenade Ramillies Malplaquet
Generals of your armies
It's not war games that we play

Be Wellington at Waterloo
Montgomery and Huzzahs
Take on all your Gunner whos
Plan for last hurrahs

Henry V at Agincourt
Fight your own Honfleurs
Be a General Custer
It's time to earn your spurs

It's kicking off in Stortford
Why not join us if you can
We need to keep the world safe
Help from every woman and man!

Hinchley Wood station

The platform and station, the pedestrian bridge,
With rivots and panels across every ridge.
The branch line curves gently, the station has two;
Takes passengers in coaches to Waterloo.
Memories of train sets, those old iron frames;
Model railway assembly a playful mind game.
The facia, the hoarding, the shelter it gives;
Ferrying commuters from wherever they live.
Those early morn sleepers supporting the rails,
To be the train driver, telling of foot plate tales,
Dream of my father, like many a boy,
Would have to make do with their favourite toy.
Hinchley Wood station you living train set,
Need steam locomotive for idyll be met;
Engaged by the engines, the wandering mind,
Guage double o somewhere I think I can find;
Hidden aloft when last put away .
Be Station Master for the rest of the day!

New leaf

I'm feeling rather over weight
Time to turn new leaf
Now it seems the perfect date
And the start is self belief

Get out my tired plimsolls
To blow cobwebs away
Best get some new insoles
And start regime today

To rid me of this weight gain
Which I don't recall amassing
They've said that I'll require pain
Who hired silent assassin?

It's time to start, renew, refesh
Break away from clasping couch
Get off my big behind's my wish
Jump up! To action! Ouch!

They said no pain no gain
Stalled, fallen at the first
Ligament or bad strain
Done something getting worse

Like presents its thought that counts
I tried regime of fitness
I gave it full attention
Thanks for being my witness!

They looked at me and laughed

They looked at me and laughed
They said I must be daft
There's no place here for rhymers
Especially you old timers
Here's the sad and lonely truth
Festivals for youths

You should have left it well alone
Stayed inside your old folks home
With your ginger nuts and tea
Writing poetry
Smelling like some old urinal
Your resting place it will be final!

I said that I'm a poet
I tried to go and show it
I'm writing things that rhyme
They said don't waste your time
That genre's old and done
No one thinks it fun!

Anymore it's all over
I'm searching in the clover
It'll be a little gem
It'll be just one of them
That fires imagination
Fills with adulation

The one that comes with all the flare
You'll be there to stand and stare
You'll know it when you see it
You'll see it when you hear it
A rhyme that I confirm
Will be born an ear worm

People they will love it
They'll try and rise above it
But they won't it's been instilled
Over powering all their wills
And you'll all change your tunes
When I make my first fortune.

But I'll probably never find it
And you'll just keep reminding
That I was always lost
Like limp salad never tossed
You should have left it well alone
Stayed inside your old folks home

With your ginger nuts and tea
Writing poetry
Smelling like some old urinal
Your resting place it will be final
And here it is your epitaph
They looked at me and laughed!