Summer Shade

I’m walking through the summer haze,
my head is hot, now rest it says.
I need some shade to sit and laze,
to spend these scorching summer days.

I’m passing by a willow tree,
sitting next to it’s trunk I see,
how tender leaves droop over me,
in summer shade so perfectly.

Just like the coolest everglade,
the filtered glow as sun does fade,
I see how perfectly it’s made,
how lovely looks my summer shade.

A butterfly comes with colours bright,
a blackbird comes to rest from flight,
the stream reflects the stary light,
my summer shade has turned to night.

The way to my soft bed I made,
my summer day the moon betrayed,
the pale light does now invade,
I’m dreaming of my summer shade.

By Roger Vincent
Author of “Apostrophe to Zenith”

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Love Is…

Love is a warm and gentle touch,
I need you near so very much.
On my face it’s the summer sun,
I want your kisses, every one.

Love in my eyes – the stars at night,
spread your blanket beneath their sight.
Love in my soul – a saving grace,
set your sweet smile upon my face.

Love is a flower in the spring,
upon my step your footsteps ring.
Love eternal, until we die,
come stay with me, we’ll float on high.

By Roger Vincent
Author of “Apostrophe to Zenith”


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Whisky and Spudly # 3

June, July

 On the 9th of July we had thunder, lightening and a hail storm. Whisky and Spudly went outside on the deck to check out the hail. The hail had frozen together to form ice. Whisky didn’t mind it but poor Spudly kept falling over.





Whisky and Spudly inspected the garden after the hail had gone. They are sad because the raspberry bush has been damaged by the hail. They will check it again in the Spring to see if it grows its leaves again.





Whisky and Spudly are happy to see that the broccoli is OK after the storm.

 Whisky and Spudly have climbed to the top of the broccoli plant, they say it looks healthy and ready to eat, yum yum. Whisky likes the cat (Lucy) who has come to investigate  and enjoys the view. Spudly is smiling but is scared of Lucy and wishes he had stayed inside.





Whisky and Spudly have gone to see Mini the rabbit. Spudly doesn’t like being this close. Whisky says “Silly Spudly, Mini can’t get to us…I hope.”

“I don’t like the sound of that, lets go inside and see what Michael and George are up to, it will be safer in there,” Spudly says and quickly hops toward the deck.




Whisky and Spudly like the foam blocks.

“Thank you Michael and George for playing with us,”

they say together.