The wind on my face

Its the small things that become important

Like the wind on your face

Or having a hug and a loving embrace

The feeling of freedom when you step out of the door

Down to Seaburn and the pebbles on the shore.

 

 

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Archie

He is the dog who shares our home

A shitzu, brown and white

Likes to keep us in his sight

On our laps is where he sits

Doing a spin to make sure he fits

He is what you call the family pet

Loved and cherished since we first met.

 

 

The Streets with no Space

Driving along, streets packed with motors

Estate parking bays planned using minimum quotas

Going for a drive, it used to be fun

Now its just, give way as another car comes

We really do need to start thinking ahead

Planning for cars and using our head.

Empty shops

Walking around the town centre – so many empty shops, we need to value the Butchers and Bakers and independent retailers.

Another dream gone, sale sign tells a tale
the business started with hope, is now up for sale
hats off to the folk who have tried
It is such a shame the business has died

It’s not easy starting from scratch
It takes courage and energy to open the latch
the key is to try to build a good customer base
not necessarily easy in every case.