Hallo Moemia
Thank you for agreeing to have a look at my short story re SUMMER NIGHTS
I would be very interested to know what you think of it. I have no idea where 'suitland' is in the USA.
Of course I am happy to be your friend even though there is a very large gap between our ages so I wonder if we have much in common.
Tell me something about you if you have a few spare moments. In my case most you need fromme you can get from... Show more
Hallo Moemia
Thank you for agreeing to have a look at my short story re SUMMER NIGHTS
I would be very interested to know what you think of it. I have no idea where 'suitland' is in the USA.
Of course I am happy to be your friend even though there is a very large gap between our ages so I wonder if we have much in common.
Tell me something about you if you have a few spare moments. In my case most you need fromme you can get from my website which is:
https://www.davidjmitchell.co.uk - there you will find my whole story as well as details of the book in two volumes which I write.
Here in England we have had a great summer so far but right now it has turned overcast. Never mind, the flowers in my garden are in many case in bloom and toehsr will be very shortly. Sitting in my garden I write a poem in my mind although I am by no means a poet. Here it is:
(With apologies to the famous song)
A little piece of Heaven fell from out the sky one day
And it fell straight into my garden – down Cheriton Bishop way
So I bought a lot of flowers for I knew they would grow so well
But it was a lot of work for an old boy and afterwards, my poor old back really ached like Hell.
But the effort was well worth it and now, very soon, there will be an explosion and glow
Of colour that will even delight the angels themselves.
They will be pleased with me – of that I know.
Next year I shall try to do it even better (and cheaper) by actually buying seeds to sow.
Anyway, I formed a square of pots and troughs where the holy plot fell
And there I sit each morning surrounded by flowers with my newspaper and morning tea
Happy to relax in a small part of Heaven that only I can see
But return in half an hour and you’ll find me – paper on lap and snoring like I do - Thats me !
And then I awake from my snooze, refreshed, and ready for the chores of the day
I take a last look at my ‘square’ and hope that tomorrow will be exactly the same as today !
But one day I’ll come there and maybe my beautiful plot will be gone
Perhaps the angels will have grown a little envious of my beautiful display and have taken it back to Heaven
But I’ll keep hoping and hoping that whatever else may be
They will take pity on an old man and return it some day to me.
I know it is amateuish - but then, thats what I am - an amateur !
Bye for now
David
