In reply to Chris Summerfield:

On the way home yesterday a guy shouted to me in the street. I have known him for a few years,
Very good looking and in a cheerfull mood he he gave me this news.

Another statistic.

Another statistic,
Another with the bug,
Another risk taker,
Told me yesterday,
He said he had a lover,
From a town far away,
Who told him that he was single,
And the only one he loved,
He said that he was safe,
So they went all the way,
And now he lives the narrow line,
That means he lives for the day,
He has to see a doctor,
Three months at a time
to see that his blood count.
does not pass the line.

He told me of a guy 16,
He met on line,
Who caught the bug first time,
In a town down the line,
We all take risks in the things that we do,
Its part of our living,
part of our very being.

It was not the first and wont be last,
I have been told in the past,
Live for the day,
and for tomorrow.
Our life is all we have,

Chris Summerfield copyright 31 April 07

In reply to Chris Summerfield:

When peace equals Violence
When peace equals war and violence,
Society breaks down,
When guns equals peace of mind,
Then take a look around,
Violence in class rooms,
Where children shoot each other,
Even in the news today girl 12 shot by her brother,
Politicians so out of touch,
With the problems that they cause,
Is the world breaking down?
If so what is the cause?

4th may Chris Summerfield copyright 2007

In reply to Chris Summerfield:

It has been a great spring for bluebells in the woods this year, I spent Saturday and Sunday taking pictures, first with a model and then a day alone, looking at and photographing the woods in very sultary weather,it was all very spiritual

In reply to Chris Summerfield:

So Long
It seems so long, for days ago,
When I held you in my arms,
Our bodies both entwining,
As we stayed away from harm,
A picture in life’s history,
A time I want to keep,
I hope that you think of me,
At night before you sleep.
Chris Summerfield poem from way back@

In reply to Chris Summerfield:

Why
Why did the summer have to end?
Why did I loose another friend?
Why did the sun go down today?
Why did I tell him I was gay?

Chris Summerfield oldy poem @

In reply to Chris Summerfield:

It was spring; Bluebells filed the air with a scent of perfume filled air which made me feel great to be alive

In reply to Chris Summerfield:

A captured moment of peace, away from the bustle, the river sang a song to me from years gone by.

In reply to Chris Summerfield:

Jesus was a hoody.
Jesus was a hoody,
Grew his hair to long,
Talked to a crowd of losers,
Caused political alarm,
He should have had an asbo,
For breach of the peace,
A threat to the system,
With his choice of speech