Houses Row on Row
Houses Row on Row

We walked to School this morning,

Past houses, row-on-row,

The blocks of flats stand tall and brash,

against the morning sky!

 

I walked to School this morning,

My Son by my side,

Forward looking, feet dragging,

Are us boys all the same?

 

We walked to School this morning,

On the path past the church,

Gravestones name old Finchley boys,

How many from our school?

 

I walked to school this morning,

Under trees in bloom and leaf,

Scents of green upon the air,

and DERV from off the street.

 

We walked to school this morning,

My Son was glad to meet,

His friends – a chance to chat and play,

before their day begins.

 

I walked back from school this morning,

I may have chatted to you,

But, chances are, I had to rush,

Still got a day’s work to do!

 

Martin Addison… 20/05/2010.

My Dream Today,

To rise beyond the clouds that oppress

 

Below, all is Grey,

Yet Above,

The welcoming Sun illuminates soft white castles,

Afloat on the wind,

Shape-shifters that,

Changing with every moment,

Rise to greet me,

Yet melt from my touch!

 

All earthly troubles hidden by a peaceful shroud,

To Float on the Wind,

My Dream Today

 

Martin Addison… 23/05/1992

Mrs Blackbird
Mrs Blackbird in the Rowan

In my garden, outside my office window, stands a Rowan.  At this time of the year the buds are just bursting and the new leaves are preparing to cover the bare branches in a bright new yellowy-green.  In less than a month it will be covered in white flowers and full of birds hunting insects to feed their young.   So many species come to the tree, from Goldcrests and Blue Tits to Magpies and Wood Pigeons.   Even the occasional Woodpecker.  As the year wears on the leaves turn a darker shade of green and the berries form.  By August the berries ripen into a glorious red and the Blackbirds and Starlings  move in to fatten up for the approaching winter.  The arrival of autumn sees the leaves turn yellow, then brown and fall to ground.   The last of the berries will be fought over by the Blackbirds and possibly some Fieldfares.   Through the dark days of winter it sways in the wind and still provides shelter for passing birds, its trunk green with algae.  It’s been there some 25 years now, having grown from a seed that a passing Blackbird dropped – I really ought to say thank you for all the entertainment it gives me every year!   Now that’s a magic tree 🙂