Burn

Burn

the triangle a simple one

heat air and fuel

started by a little spark

amongst the smallest of shavings

 

Little flame eating

everything around it

kept at bay

by logs and bricks

 

Starting off slowly

the flames begin to grow

dining on everything near it

apart from the Billy can above

 

bread on a green stick

changes with the dancing flames

from dough to delight in seconds

with help from the makeshift grill

 

smells of the barbecue

rise in the air

as backwoods sausages

add fuel to the flames

 

light and warmth

dancing slowly in the moonlight

till all that are left

are the glowing impish coals

 

staff of life

the end of life

for the fire that maintained life

Round the campfire circle

 

 

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A summer morning, Worsley woods, west of Manchester

the sun just peaking through the nest of trees

circle of tents in various spots

and a scout leader starting the beginnings of an altar fire

little faces pop out of the niger tents to grab a view

breakfast served at 8 am sharp

but first, a mug of tea

some make a break for the toilet block

as sausage and eggy bread sizzle in a pan

orders given to the sous chef … he keeps his eye on the food

and slowly the camp leader makes his way to the pole

and all stand still in observance

the flag is released from its bonds

and flies high in the gentle breeze , proudly to attention

and all present give a salute

before breakfast is served

Same Park, Different Walk

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Ordsall Park Motif

Salford, 10th May 2018

With the appearence of what seemed to be the slight raise in the mercury, i decided to walk down toward the local park and take a couple of snaps with my trusty Nikon D3100

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Trees in the Park
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Sun Peeking through the Apple Blossom
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Apple Blossoms
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Walking the Dog
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Spot to Rest

Transformation

Transformation

Salford, 25th November 2017

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autumn leaves (p) Brian F Kirkham 2017

The change in seasonal colour came quickly this year,

some might say the bright sparks at the weather office got caught out

summers hand seemed to draw into the autumn days

and while winter popped up in the chill of the western wind

the leaves stayed green for a week or two more

till one day the trees said they’d had enough

and the leaves 🍁 turned like traffic lights from green to red

taking on tones from amber to orange, from red to brown ,

toughening up to face the hardness of winter

as they dropped to the floor below

and the welcome to walkers travelling on this carpet ?

the crunch of leaves 🍁 saying hello 👋