45th Blog Post - First Hint of Gold

September is a week away and it's had to believe that the year has past so quickly.

One form of poetry is a called a sonnet, which is a fourteen line poem,and I thought I give a try to write one.  I got the inspiration of this sonnet after looking out of the window and seeing the leaves starting to turn gold.

Oh look out of your window
     The leaves green sway in the breeze
From high above they'll float to ground low
     To land gently on the wild flowers that makes us sneeze

The end of August comes
     And upon us the summer ending
The beginning of September comes
     With the autumn season just beginning

The summer waves of heat ends
     And for that forecast I am smiling
For now there's coolness in the winds
     Beyond that coolness, I see snow flakes coming

Reach your hand out for the Hint of Cold
     Look your eyes up above to trees to see the First Hint of Gold

I hope that you've enjoyed my sonnet.  Poetry is something I have a little go at, but I hope to do some more.

End of an Era

Another poem of Inverness College by Christopher Armstrong.

Here's a link to my previous poem of Inverness College.

It is the end of the course I have been doing this year, NC Media where we have made animation, taken and altered photos and images and have a great time.

I remember them
     Midmills and Longman
I started at Midmills
     I could walk between the two
I found peace
     At the library at Longman
I saw the end
     Of their eras
I saw a Princess
     Made into the Chancellor
As Highland Colleges
     Joined into one University
I enter the Era
     Of Beechwood new
One could view new college
     As a naval aircraft carrier (no jets, sorry)
Eights years I have studied
     But eight years, life has past by
Many students have come
     Many students have gone on
I have an understanding
     Of the levels and expectations of studies hard
Now it's my turn
     To leave and go on
I had entered Midmills
     As a young teenaged adult
I now leave Beechwood
     As a young man adult
Wish me luck for future
     For future I'm approaching
Now it's my turn to leave
     For it is now my End of an Era

I hope that you've enjoyed this post.  Hope you will come back for more.

Snowing at the Bus Stop

Happy New Year everyone.  Sorry it's been a while since my last post, but I've been busy with other commitments and with other writing projects.

I got the inspiration for last last week with waiting for the bus into town, and last week was snowing here at Inverness (I guess about 2 inches).  I hope that you'll enjoy this piece.  

Darkness of night cometh
     White clouds signal the weather cometh
The road is white
     Save for the black tyre lanes
Falling snow whitens them again
     Till the next car darkens them again
Ah the poor snow
     Start over again
Your wrappings keep you warm
     The winter wind keeps your face freezing
You listen for the bus
     You hear wind and passing cars
You stand like a statue
     The snow floats down
Old footprints faded
     New footprints fading
Nobody outside
     Just you outside
You see the bus cometh
     You loosen your wrappings
So you can get your money
     But the pocket proves hard to work with
Snow fun to walk in
     Slippery to stop in
You get on and pay
     Plenty of seats to pick
You take your seat
     Your bus journey begins

I hope that you've enjoyed the piece and will come back for more.  I hope that I might be able to get back and post more writing pieces for you to read.