Sunday 30 December 2012

SCARECROW



I stand my ground, both day and night,
Within this field of grain.
My job, to scare the birds away;
With little thanks and zero pay;
In sunshine and in rain.

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Most people pass and pay no mind;
A few will cast a glance.
And fewer still may point and smile,
Amused by my sartorial style
Or by my stolid stance.

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Yet, I can have great fun sometimes,
For I can dance, you know.
The breeze will come and take my hand;
I'll cut a rug right where I stand,
And put on quite a show.

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But then, when harvest time is here,
I know I face the sack.
The farmer will toss me aside,
Or maybe send me on that ride
From which there's no way back!


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RH

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GRAVEYARD



I amble slowly along until I reach the grave
of my mother and father.
My eyes linger on each letter of their names
carved into the marble headstone.
I bow my head in silent prayer,
and then I stand for several minutes,
recalling a few fond memories of family life.

So many years have passed,
but I still remember those happy times
from my childhood and my teenage years.
I gently touch the headstone and then move on.

A little further along are the graves
of aunts and uncles.
A whole generation now gone.
Many of my cousins are elderly now.
Time hurries on and we are all destined
to fade away.
No special favours given.

A few of the headstones here have been damaged.
It looks like vandalism to me.
The headstone of the brother of an old friend
lies there on the ground,
completely broken off at the base.
The sight saddens me enormously. 

I keep on moving, to the far side of the graveyard,
where my maternal grandparents are buried.
Their grave is now sunken, and the headstone
stands at a crazy angle.
I sadly say to myself
when my generation has passed on
no-one will visit this grave
and the names will not mean anything to anyone.

The wind is picking up now,
and the sky looks almost ready to rain.
Time to head home.
Chicken casserole for dinner.

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RH

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Friday 3 February 2012

OTHER BLOGS BY ROBERT HAIGH


For other blogs by Robert Haigh, please click on Robert's Blog Page in the sidebar. This will take you to my Profile Page. There you will see all my blog titles at the top left. Happy reading!

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Monday 30 January 2012

WHO WAS SPRING-HEELED JACK

Was he a monster or was he a man? Was he an alien or a manifestation of the devil?Whatever he was, Spring-heeled Jack certainly existed! He terrorized England, on and off, from the 1830's up until 1920! Most sightings were in or around London, but he turned up in other parts, including Scotland. And once, in 1845, he was even sighted across the Atlantic, in New York!

So what did Spring-heeled Jack do that was so terrible? It was, perhaps, more perverse mischief than terror; although he did cause severe distress, and sometimes injury--especially to women, whom he targeted more than men. Eyewitness accounts and descriptions of Spring-heeled Jack were remarkably consistent. He was described as being tall and thin, but powerful. He was said to have a long nose, pointy ears and red, glowing eyes. He could emit a blue or white flame from his mouth.

He wore a black cloak, and he could jump twenty to thirty feet--vertically! He had clawed hands, which he would use to rip open women's clothing, exposing their breasts. Very few of his attacks were fatal--it is said that only one woman died, as a result of being attacked.

The first sighting, however, was by a businessman, returning home late at night in London, during September 1837. He saw a dark figure vault over some cemetery railings and land directly in front of him. The figure then promptly leaped straight back over the railings into the cemetery again. The railings were ten feet high.

On one occasion, Spring-heeled Jack disguised himself as a policeman, and tried to trick his way into a house. He almost succeeded, but when the tenant opened the door, he recognized Jack by his distinctive features. The man slammed the door shut before Jack could enter, and apparently the bogus policeman turned and sprang away.

After many more sightings and incidents, Jack appeared before a group of soldiers in Aldershot's North army camp, in 1877. When confronted, he jumped right over them! Several shots were fired but Spring-heeled Jack got clean away!

In 1904, south of Liverpool, Jack was seen by several people, as he merrily jumped from a church roof, down to the ground and then back up again! 

The final sighting came in 1920 (83-years after the first!) at Central Railway Station in London. Again, Jack was jumping from the roof to the street and back up again. It was reported that cloven footprints were found, prompting the belief that it was indeed the devil!

Rational explanations have been attempted, but none have been convincing. Such explanations have supposed that Jack was wearing some hidden jumping device. Engineers and scientists have even devised such apparatus, but every attempt to practically test any such device has resulted in broken ankles!





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RH