Posted by: The Malt House | September 8, 2011

Highlighters

Autumn morning

through the lens

God paints his gift

with marker pens!

Posted by: The Malt House | September 5, 2011

Sun-cut silhouettes

Malvern stands

proud on patchwork land,

clouds graze sheep-like

across clear summer skies

sun-cut silhouettes

parade across harvest field.

Posted by: The Malt House | September 1, 2011

Misty morn

Morning mist
Shroud soft blanket
muffled song…

Posted by: The Malt House | August 30, 2011

Scruffy

The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue.

Posted by: The Malt House | August 20, 2011

Pristine

A new day begins, a blank card on which we write our story. Pristine and perfect, there are no flaws or mistakes… yet!

Posted by: The Malt House | August 16, 2011

Omaha

Serried ranks stand tall,

proud, pristine,

upright in death as they were in life.

Pay witness to battlefield,

Omaha, tranquil beach on foreign soil.

Where young lives were spent

Profligate pawns in a world war game.

Posted by: The Malt House | June 8, 2011

Jewels

Twisted, broken,

Bejewelled leaf shimmers

in post-storm sunshine.

Posted by: The Malt House | June 7, 2011

Dash

A.N. Other

1958 – To Date

Time marches on, relentlessly ticking seconds off our lives. We’re born bringing nothing but our spirit into this world. When our allotted time is over, we take that spirit and our memories with us…

To measure our worth it’s not the dates that count; it’s our dash between these dates; the achievements and memories that we share with those around. That time is ours and must be spent; let’s try to spend it wisely!

 

Posted by: The Malt House | May 5, 2011

Soaring

The gull cries its goodnight wishes then banks and surfs the waves. The sun dips into the horizon and, quenched by the sea, its warmth diminishes and dies. Steely grey, the sea casts an ozone chill into the still night air.

Posted by: The Malt House | April 26, 2011

Clee sunrise

Flamingo sunrise with pigeon clouds washes over a serene and tranquil Clee. Muffled morning silence broken by a distant pheasant call.

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