Time and Place

GRANDMA'S GOULASH

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TIME AND PLACE

I chose the time, and the place;

Romance was in the air.

I had a favourite look-out

And I thought I'd take her there.

I brought her to the highest point

Although she did complain

That it was very windy,

And, I agreed, it looked like rain.

She fell and hurt her knee.....

It was only a graze.

We couldn't see the view

Because of the misty haze.

She wasn't very well equipped

And a heel came off her shoe!

And she said I didn't help her up......

Well, I suppose that's true!

And then, oh dear, down came the rain!

She was only slightly wet.

And I wanted this to be a date

That we would not forget!

I chose the time, and the place

I visualised it all.

Now I'm having second thoughts....

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I wont propose at all!

(140 words)

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THE BLUE TRAIN

A million years ago

I travelled on the Blue Train.

Fresh from London,

I had arrived in the sparkle of South Africa.

Rhodesia, as it then was,

Beckoned.

We went to the station immediately;

I have forgotten it.

We boarded the train

And sped North;

I have forgotten most of it.

After all

Fifty years is a long time.

But I remember the border.

Because the staff changed

From South African

To Rhodesian.

Who could forget the

Dazzling white uniforms,

The dazzling white teeth,

The smiling generosity of spirit,

The good humour,

The efficiency?

I knew Rhodesia would be heaven.

And I was right.

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But that was then.

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