Picking up Pebbles
By Tom Brown
Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea, watching the white foam roll them all back to me
The days of my childhood I throw for the sea, watch the white waves washing them all back for me
Cornelia
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A world of fantasy and wonders
As a small child after an afternoon shower walking alone along the road I saw a small dirty oily puddle with all kinds of magic colours flowing into...
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Exploring a New world
Butterflies dragonflies frogs and tadpoles from streams and pools between reeds and lilies catching ladybugs and digging up earthworms under rocks...
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Sand heaps
They were our neighbours we moved in the same day we were both five years old. There were french drains and gravel roads and a blackout with each thunderstorm.
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Sprinkler Rainbows
My father was a qualified petrol mechanic but he didn't own one new car in his life. He was very good and was reliable at his work. He had a problem...
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The bottle and spanner
I came into this world with a bottle in one hand and a spanner in the other, in my nappies I didn't know what I was in for. My dad explained the moon...
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The misty mirrors of childhood
“The land of Song within thee lies, Watered by living springs; “Holy thoughts, like stars, arise, Its clouds are angels' wings.”
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The secret obsession of Timothy Tucker
Irene 1974
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The wicker basket
Dad was holy on his Sunday afternoon nap. It usually resulted in good sports followed by a descent hiding all round.
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