heather sweeting Poems
|1.||At The Turn Of The Tide...||9/15/2012|
|4.||Bramblepatch The Cat||9/20/2012|
|10.||Fit For All||6/5/2013|
|11.||The Silver Trees||6/6/2013|
|12.||The Battle Of 'sayno Moor'!||6/12/2013|
|15.||River Of Life||9/1/2013|
|18.||Lost But Not Forgotten...||1/25/2014|
|20.||Never The Same...||9/7/2012|
|22.||Go For It!||9/11/2012|
|23.||A Nice Pub Lunch!||9/13/2012|
|24.||A Grandchild's Kiss||9/13/2012|
Comments about heather sweeting
Social mobility, all in all is a laudable aspiration,
But is it 'up' from being 'down' or 'sideways' in any direction?
And who decides where 'up' is - by what measure, compass or scale?
Your zenith may be my nadir, your dross my Holy Grail!
Sons of Lords end up in the courts after showing unusual behaviour
in a local park, frequented by those of a distinctly different order.
There, Latin conjugations' take on meanings not learnt in school,
And a privileged childhood holds no sway with litigation's rules.
We cleave to our clubs and societies, as ivy clings ...
A Nice Pub Lunch!
Never dine at an Inn where the landlord is thin
and the bins in his yard overflowing.
You could share your pies with vermin and flies,
So remember to check before booking
the state of the kitchens, not to mention the staff,
who'll be doing the serving and cooking!
Go in by the rear whilst keeping an ear out
for chattering chefs and waiters,
Talk of 'stewing', 'mashing' or even 're-hashing'