Getting back to it

I don't think I'm cut out to be a professional blogger because I keep forgetting to blog. On the other hand my PhD is making progress. I not sure I've really got the hang of blogging. For a start you need something distinctive to say. Whilst I have a lot to say I mostly just get on and say it. Blogging in front of a computer is not my natural form of communication, yet. Speech Therapist Theologicus, the name I made up to describe my joint vocation a decade ago, usually does it face to face, although I also appear in print in a number of more traditional formats. Blogging is big: there are more and more out there. But I've not really found the thing I want to blog about.

I could blog about Firth Park Road. I'm in my usual window seat, looking over the park as the trees come into leaf and the crows make sucessive attempts at nest building. Perhaps that would be eco-blogger or park-blogger. I voted Green yesterday, not because I've given up on socialism but because the Labour Party appears to have done, or has, at the very least, become very complascent about the support of ordinary people.



Green is the colour,

the colour of the grass

where the local people pass.

Green is the colour,

the colour of the leaves

where a nest crow weaves.

Green is the colour,

the colour of today,

as each voter had their say.

Green is the colour,

the colour that may last

if we get our act together, fast.