Horses
Two unnamed horses were leaning over a fence
There used to be a railway here
I know it was closed down many years ago
I suppose the reasoning was the jockey’s welfare
Explain
Well jockeys are by nature small people
And the railway owners were worried
That they would have become lost and disorientated
If the service continued
That seemed a good reason to close the railway
Cold War
Two farmers were walking towards the town
The stopped outside of a scrapyard
This is a graveyard of buses
I know they have used this area for years
Since the Cold War ended
I wonder why they scrap buses
It seems incredible to me that they do so
If the Cold War starts again
And we are heading that way
I wonder what they will do with all these buses
It will be a problem as there are so many
The Rice Field
In a rice field two peasants were discussing sea-horses
Their day had finished and they were walking towards their homes
I cannot see what attracts these creatures to the rice fields
They are so graceful
They must be attracted by the coloured towels that we bring with us each day
That is a possibility
When I was a child and my mother and father worked these fields
There were no sea-horses then
What has changed in thirty years?
Only one thing has changed since those far off days
What is that my friend?
The colour of our towels
When we were young we only brought white towels
There were no coloured towels
We now bring towels of many colours
That I believe is what attracts these beautiful creatures
To the wet-fields
Pelicans
Three pelicans were found outside of an inn
Fighting over a small twig
A passer-by stopped an took the twig away from the birds
He asked why they could not agree on ownership
It is not the twig that we are fighting over
But the shadow it creates
Today is a very bright January day do you not agree?
It is a very bright day which is certainly unusual for January
Days such as today can occur when low pressure from the west and high pressure from the east meet
It is like being on the edge of a cliff
You could be five miles away and be under a blanket of cloud
That is was what we were fighting about
None of us cared much about the twig
We only cared about its shadow
In an hour this area might be dull
And we would lose the memory of this illuminated day
That is why the conflict arose