Rocky North Sea Beach
Sunday picnic, throwing stones–
We who have no sins.
Saint Mary’s lighthouse
first lit, 1080 A.D.
now just a shadow
Left side driving: Yikes!
everyone’s going wrong way–
three back seat drivers.
Wrong end of the stick*
Roman latrines– no T.P.
Thank God for Charmin
*Romans had sponge on end of stick.
Sunrise, seagulls soar
quiet sun room with coffee
eyes close, heart opens
three men’s urinals
etiquette: choose left or right
(urinal feng shui)
Roman fort ruins
stones show how fleeting life is
grass grows green with rain
Market down in dumps
Panic on Wall Street. Yikes! Yikes!
Bright, rich, morning stroll.
“Play croquet with us?”
Gracious gentleman, big grin.
day takes wicket turn.
Double deckers pass,
drivers wave to each other
grinless routine waves
Small girls play hopscotch
Durham Cathedral floor tiles
Holy Communion.
Lush secret garden
800 year old cottage
still lived in. Deep roots.
Prince Bishop’s Castle
peasant’s small hovel. Which one
smiles more, coming home?
Red two-decker bus–
we sit top level, front seats:
old friends, new wheels, grins.
Slow, un-tourist day
Our English cottage, garden
books, tea, wash some clothes.
The Honorable Bede
dead now for twelve hundred years
votive, 60 pence.
Children’s evening shouts
down the lane, beyond the wall
I sip my spirits
Robert Burns’ last home–
Scotland’s poet laureate
old lang seine, old bard.
Poets day: Bob Burns
We visit Scotland to learn:
Wives help poets sing.
Evening dog races
Full moon. Smallest bet: one pound.
Race eight: Our dog wins!
My mind is troubled.
Nothing new. Mind is trouble.
Dark bird in dark sky,
English countryside
Path through the woods by the stream.
Picnic in backpack.
Cloudy day church bells.
Centuries of days like this.
Flowers bloom. Dove coos.