by David Killelay | Dec 20, 2024 | Poetry
I’m perfectly safe working from the floor . I’ve worked at height on Emley Moor To trim an Apple tree is not an Arm Wrestle I wouldn’t have to use a trestle, A stack of metal would act as my floor Then I could get busy with my Saw Finishing the job without a care ,...
by David Killelay | Dec 20, 2024 | Poetry
Please dont believe the world will end because now you’ve become a Sappers friend Loyal , humorous a bit of a lad A caring loving smashing Dad A loving , providing husband too Who all your life will take care of you. Able to cope with most of the S**t And absorb the...
by David Killelay | Dec 29, 2023 | Poetry
Intro :- (The Company Admin staff that walked at lunchtime noted a lack of the usual Rabbits and wondered where they had gone. ) This was the answer submitted for the company news letter but for some reason not published. :- Where have all the rabbits gone Where have...
by David Killelay | Dec 23, 2023 | Poetry
Lily For us a bad day, feeling so sad We lost our Pal called ‘’ LILY PAD ” Her Visits to the vets to no avail And in the end were proved to fail A terrible time it could make you cry Is She up there watching from the sky? The Mill lane road is not what it ought The...
by David Killelay | Sep 5, 2016 | Poetry
Ploughed fields with furrows straight muddy tracks leading out of gate changing colours of leaves on trees wafting gently on the breeze longer evenings drawing in. get out your Flour and rolling pin Meat and potato or Apple pies that make you drool and roll your eyes...