7 Word Sunday – We Are…

Nonchalant sunlight sprinkles handfuls of cosmic dustImage

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Rocket Science

Two strangers
From the bus
In our sleepy seaside

We talk…
Of lunar landings
And astral orbits – soon

Of fish
And chips (British)
First contact… hope not

Of travellers
In time and
Space and brave Martian

We wonder
Should we eat
More mushy peas to

Such is the stuff that dreams are made of.
image: http://www.thatsreallypossible.com/space-colonisation/


In a sky
filled with passing souls,
whose do they represent
I wonder…

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In Charge

Today the class learned about magnetism. So did I. Opposites attract and all that.
Although I wasn’t an expert, it didn’t matter as 7 year old Molly was. Any answers that I couldn’t provide, she could – so I challenged her to compile a chronology of magnetic discoveries. That will keep her occupied for a while…

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