View Before Lunch

Neville

View Before Lunch

 

A kid

on a swing

an old

couple tai chiing ..

A young

mum pushing

a pram ..

While a father

and somebodies

son fly

a kite together

in the distance ..

On one

of those three

green hills,

overlooking

the valley below ..

But as much

as I enjoy people

watching ..

I must not be

late home for lunch ..

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 6th, 2023 03:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: anyone else notice anything strange recently .. am askin for a friend obviously ๐Ÿค
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 29
  • Users favorite of this poem: LIZ
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  • Teddy.15

    Gorgeous Nev. And don't be late home for your Yorkshire puddings โค๏ธ

    • Neville



      Sorry Teddy, I got distracted along the way .. funny things are going on and Halloween's a whole year away .. โค๏ธ

    • orchidee

      I had a view before supper but it put me off food for a month - KP ready for bed, with her curlers in! lol.

      • Neville



        Curlers aside .. what's going on .. & please don't say slippers or botox .. Neville

        • orchidee

          But she has some hedgehog-type slippers. I put them outdoors one night, didn't recognise them as slippers! lol.

        • LIZ

          Better make it home on time!!! Asking for a friend huh ๐Ÿซข I see you!! ๐Ÿ‘€ ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ

          • Neville



            Thanks LIZ as always .. just between you n me .. are you aware of anything peculiar going on around here lately .. still askin for a friend you understand ... Neville ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ‘

            • LIZ

              Something's off..........๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ

            • 2781

              Who's watching who, I thought.

              • Neville



                I don't have a clue but suggest you be very careful .. strange things are afoot

                • 2781

                  I am always careful.

                • Dove

                  ๐Ÿ’โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒนโค๏ธ

                  • Neville



                    Such gifts you bring .. I am indeed well & truly indulged .. I hope this gives some indication of your intention to hover around for a while .. Neville ๐ŸŒนโค๏ธ๐Ÿฅ€

                  • MendedFences27

                    This morning I saw a man feeding Seagulls from out of his hand. Thought that to be a bit risky. 10-15 flying above his head and as he raised his hand one would swoop in to take the morsel.
                    Great poem of observation. I believe you've coined a new word "tai chiing." - Phil A.

                    • Neville



                      There is danger in the skies .. I have noted it my self .. thanks for appreciating my neogilism Phil .. AGT's Neville

                      • MendedFences27

                        LOL . . . Neologism? A neogilism would be a new kind of ( fish? ) Sometimes , a freshly coined word can add emphasis to a poem.

                      • Bella Shepard

                        I might think I see someone reminiscing, but I could be wrong. If it is, it's beautiful. And if it isn't, it's still beautiful.

                        • Neville



                          You have never been wrong yet Bella .. I doubt you got it in you .. Kindest of Regards & huge thanks as always .. Neville

                        • Goldfinch60

                          Maybe 'those were the days" Neville. Such strange days can be with us now so always look on the good side of life and enjoy your lunch.
                          I'll meet you in the pub for lunch and a pint soon.

                          Andy

                          • Neville



                            that would be delightful Andy .. ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ‘

                          • Sunsetmet

                            Yes all the things I remember calling us in to eat so many fond memories lovely

                            • Neville



                              thank you Sunsetmet



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