
random photograph
bird sat on my garden fence
checking the menu?

random photograph
bird sat on my garden fence
checking the menu?

Aided
By the winds
And waves,
The cold sea
Slowly shapes
The shoreline,
And its inhabitants lives,
As its
Headlands
Cliffs
Inlets
Bays
Rocks
Stones
Pebbles
Are eventually
Returned
To the sand.
©Alan McKean

misty risen stones
call down through the centuries
battles now long gone

Canal sits,
Waiting, and contemplating
The centuries,
Whilst its Narrowboats
Move slowly
Over the dark waters,
And only
Contemplate decades.
They lead a simple life
©Alan McKean
Written on towpath of Rochdale Canal at Mytholmroyd

park bells
tintinabulatory
spring walk

What secrets sit within,
What treasures lie
Behind the ancient
Ossified smile
Of the pirate’s box
A treasure map,
A horde of gold,
A secret will,
An old love letter,
The Devil’s smile
Or simply
A child’s toy
Who knows………
Be what you will
©Alan McKean

Sunset,
Western trees
Submit to the night,
slowly
©Alan McKean

Worn away
By
The clogs
The weariness
The tears
Mill steps
Carrying the weight of years
From the sheds
To the carts in the yard
Clothing the nation
But not the weavers,
They’re in hand-me-downs
© Alan McKean June 2021
The stairwell of Asquith Bottoms Mil, in Sowerby Bridge

ere I reach
my namesake town,
my life
enjoys
the idyllic Pennines,
and village life
© Alan McKean

dry leaves
summer's glory
winter's carpet