A breezy Wednesday in June

At the park

 

On the waste bins around the park it says “Litter is bitter, neat is sweet”. 😄😄 Brilliant wording in my opinion.

 

The park was nice and quiet today. Patches and me had acres to ourselves.

 

Towneley park

 

Burnley

 

Lancashire

 

 

THE SOUND OF TREES

 

Robert Frost

 

I wonder about the trees.

Why do we wish to bear

Forever the noise of these

More than another noise

So close to our dwelling place?

We suffer them by the day

Till we lose all measure of pace,

And fixity in our joys,

And acquire a listening air.

They are that that talks of going

But never gets away;

And that talks no less for knowing,

As it grows wiser and older,

That now it means to stay.

My feet tug at the floor

And my head sways to my shoulder

Sometimes when I watch trees sway,

From the window or the door.

I shall set forth for somewhere,

I shall make the reckless choice

Some day when they are in voice

And tossing so as to scare

The white clouds over them on.

I shall have less to say,

But I shall be gone.

Done