100 Reasons

100 Years ago there was no reason
For killing 100 Soldiers on a day or more
100 Years today
There are 100 reasons
That we’ve learned from 100 Years before
To live another 100 years again
Without a war

WWI 1914 – 1918. 100 years ago.

265248 Private Robert John Smith of the 9th Battalion, Norfolk Regiment, died in Flanders fields, 21/03/1918, Born in Mattishall, Norfolk. Enlisted in Norwich, Norfolk. Gerry Francis’ Granddad. Great Granddad of Annette and Chris and Malcolm. He and so many others gave their lives for us. We will never forget.

WWI remembrance day 2018

WWI 1914 – 1918. 100 years ago.

265248 Private Robert John Smith of the 9th Battalion, Norfolk Regiment, died in Flanders fields, 21/03/1918, Born in Mattishall, Norfolk. Enlisted in Norwich, Norfolk. Gerry Francis’ Granddad. Great Granddad of Annette and Chris and Malcolm. He and so many others gave their lives for us. We will never forget.

100 Reasons

100 Years ago there was no reason
For killing 100 Soldiers on a day or more
100 Years today
There are 100 reasons
That we’ve learned from 100 Years before
To live another 100 years again
Without a war

 

Hearing Aids

You can hardly see them, these little things behind my ears. This week I got hearing aids. For years now I have been experiencing hearing loss and I kept asking others -mostly my wife- to repeat what they were saying to me as I couldn’t understand it straight away.

People have been trying to reach me in numerous ways over the last ten years, talking slowly, loud, slowly and loud, spelling it out, getting irritated with me or becoming angry with me because I could not confirm what was said.

Faster, faster, faster

They are automatically assuming that making choices means one of them is wrong but you know it’s right and you listen to the rhythmic click of the weldings in the rails whilst your train is leaving.

In your head a train of thoughts is running and you wonder if the road ahead is really what you want and you realise it won’t make a difference with the loneliness that lies behind.

The spray of steam and soot from the locomotive hits the window while you try to look past the landscape that is moving there in front of you before it’s getting dark in an hour or so from now and lights will pop on around you.

You don’t want them to find out you are heading for the late Summer sun on the vineyard you are traveling to, that place in Toscane that you saw in a movie which you wanted to be in so long ago.

Meanwhile your train is going southbound through countries that you remember from when you were young, through the landscape with the river and then mountains follow cold and dark and high.

And everything will be alright you think because you will be a Gardener for an old rich lady sleeping above the garage writing down your memoirs on an old typewriter that you found growing old in the evening sun with a glas of wine to salute the day.

Faster, faster, faster.