Beth

A community is made up with the characters in it,
Those who are dull and those with quick wit
Those who are sickly and those who are fit,
A delicate fabric is uniquely knit.

Beth’s another one you must about
She’s tall attractive and certainly not stout
No airs and graces does she flout
But at MCM nursery, she’s the face, without doubt.

Jeans, blouse and broad hat are her clothes
She’s definitely more at ease wearing those
Not one given to breaking into prose
She only talks about the things she knows

Mind you, with the noise her husband Cameron can make
Any competing would look like a fake
Not that she’s afraid to speak, make no mistake
At work she’ll sell anything from flowers, fertilizer or even a rake.

Now with dog, horse or any pet
Here she finds friends that are never a threat
She could work with them all day, without a sweat
She would’ve made a wonderful vet.

When Beth’s in the mood and dancing’s the thing
She and young Johno can really fling
Moving with alacrity like a bird on the wing
The Duck and Dive becomes exhilarating

But Beth’s not one for exercise
I think basically she’s far too wise
The reason she comes to the bloggs I surmise
Is that she likes the meat that’s cooked on braais

She sits quietly while others chitter chatter
It’s not work, so talking doesn’t matter
She eats and drinks without getter fatter
But when approached she can nitter natter!

Friday, September 07, 2007

by Wicks Granville

Cameron

A community is made up with the characters in it,
Those who are dull and those with quick wit
Those who are sickly and those who are fit,
A delicate fabric is uniquely knit.

Cameron is a man who loves a run
And definitely thrives on having fun
His friends include almost everyone
And he drinks beer like a thirsty Australian

Don’t be mislead by his rah! rah! rah!
Because your’re looking at a modest star
Who has run five comrades to date so far
And has many medals that fill his boudoir

A dichotomy of Cameron’s nature is
His ability to change from the Rah! to the quiet that is his
When he whispers to a horse it looses it’s fizz
In fact with horses he’s an absolute wizz

Taking young Johnno under his wing
He has made running become a fun thing
He loves to include him into having a fling
At the Duck and Dive, where he and Beth go dancing

He, like brother Merek, is a horticulturist
And he too seems to be an absolute altruist
To be helpful and friendly he cannot resist
In fact he is the reason why the harriers exist.

Merek, Cameron, Beth and Maureen
Make up the MCM nursery scene
Where you can buy for your beautiful gardine
Practical gardening advice is their theme

Cameron is also a writer of note
Especially about plants and places remote
On this site, most of the updates are what he wrote
So if you don’t like it, go for his throat!!

Friday, September 07, 2007

Wicks Granville

Merek

A community is made up with the characters in it,

Those who are dull and those with quick wit

Those who are sickly and those who are fit,

A delicate fabric is uniquely knit.

You are likely to meet Merek, mixing drinks

Drinking should be fun, is what he thinks

He does enjoy a merry function

Friendly, witty and filled with good unction.

Married to Kathleen they make a charming pair,

Their children Ben and Jessica, make up their lair

Good family values is what they all share

Drinking all sorts of drinks, but never vin ordinaire.

If you observe Merek, and see his style

You’ll notice his humorous eyes and fleeting smile

Amusing you with his quick wit all the while

And showing signs of being prepared to walk the mile.

Green fingers could be his other name

He can make anything grow because that’s his game

Modest and generous, giving without waiting acclaim

Although he is not averse to lots of money instead of fame.

Very laid back is the message he gives out,

But in fact he is very conscientious with what he’s about

When chatting to him you are left with no doubt

That he’s more honourable than a boy scout.

He does not purport to being an athlete

But it seems that he’s no lout on his feet

A blogs run without him, would not be complete

Especially when it comes to celebrating with drinks and eat.

A good balance he has between spirit and ego

Knowing where to have fun and when to say no

He has this ability to allow life to flow

A sort of chat one is very happy to know.

10^th July 2007

by Wicks Granville

Kathleen

A community is made up with the characters in it,

Those who are dull and those with quick wit

Those who are sickly and those who are fit,

A delicate fabric is uniquely knit.

Some are quiet and slow to be seen

I think of soft spoken willowy Kathleen

with her desire for an interactive community scene

everyone supporting; young and old and in between.

The speed of life today is enough to make her scream,

Where people don’t think about people, just “keeping up” is the theme.

Survival through technology has become supreme

Kathleen favours a more holistic regime.

A place where people serve one another

and don’t keep up with the Jones’ to be a mother

and certainly don’t take unfair advantage of a brother,

Or allow fast food and the fast life to smother.

To this end she encouraged those she knew

a community mind to imbue

with markets and meetings and good virtue

a simple life for herself and hers, she does ensue.

Here again, alternative medicine she will seek

instead of something quick and chic

and get back to basics, so to speak.

She is tough, saucy, determined, yet somehow meek

as a compassionate vegetarian she seldom eats meat

yet interesting food she gives all to eat.

Every blogs, a new innovation she brings to heat

Without her imagination, a logs meet would not be complete

In fact each occasion gives her a chance

To invite us to take cognisance

of getting back to basics, with it’s nuance

And of making us go backwards, so that we can advance.

8^th July 2007.

by Wicks Granville

A Wide Wiff Ben

A Wide Wiff Ben

By Wicks Gwanville

When out for a walk with young Ben,

It helped me to feel my youth again,

For he is quite unwittingly, a comedian,

Who wants to know everything, why & when!

Just genial sort of happy 5 year old chat,

Like, ‘does that hole belong to a mouse or a little wat?’

‘Is that where it runs away from a hungry tat?’

‘With all the sugar tane around, it’s probably very fat’

As he rides his bike along the gravel wode,

He chatters happily in his own code

And when he wode into a small wok, he produced a squealing ode.

Each new observation, a happy exciting episode

‘Is that a new water pump I see over there?’

‘Yes it is’, I answered only too happy to share.

‘Where is the old one?’ he asked with care.

‘Someone stole it!’ I said with despair.

‘Who nitched it?’ he asked, wanting to explore.

‘I don’t know. They took it in the night’, I said still feeling sore

‘He nitched it, is going to use it for himself for sure,

And maybe he’ll come back again,’ he said ‘and steal some more’

His mind tested all the things a wobber could do

And very involved picture he ably drew

‘He could steal your pipes & your sugar tane too!’

With all Ben’s excitement I couldn’t feel blue.

With one foot on the handle bar he said ’Hey, look at me!’

And very nearly smashed into a tree.

This time was a time for fun & he felt carefree

Despite life’s problems, he gave me a different perspective to see.

Thank John, the Blogs carry on!
By Sir Richard the Lionheart 20/6/2007

The Blogs has developed a pleasant atmosphere
With a friendly casualness, that is easy to wear.
Of course there has been a bit of energy put in here & there
By our erstwhile founder, with a lot of muscle and flair.

Dear John, we know, has a plumbers heart
So with ‘tap’ in hand he built a work of art.
A rock monument he built with genius of a visual Mozart
But he didn’t think to much about the connecting to the water part.

That is the beauty of youthful, enthusiastic innocence,
They work from the heart and not because it makes sense,
And trusting that nature will always find recompense.
(of course, a hundred meters away Graham Glass showed benevolence)

So now water we have, and an electric light!
All this John did, so that the Blogs would be right
The joy it gives is truly a wonderful sight
Although, if Eskom saw the wiring, they’d get an awful fright!

A table top is needed & is immediately addressed
Dear Kathleen produced a shaped top that’ll attract interest
But the quality of marble is undoubtedly the best
Now ‘tis up to John to set it up with his usual zest.

Although our region’s athletes are the reason for this meet
It is great to see all the children playing on the street,
While distant neighbours get a chance for their mates to greet,
And there is laughter, drink, and lovely things to eat!!

Logs, Blogs or Jogs by Sir Richard

Logs, Blogs or Jogs

Much chatter about the Blogs and jokes about the jogs,
All because young Johhno had cut up some logs.
His job complete, he said “hey these can make a seat!”
So he put them in a circle all very nice and neat.
Now John and Cameron, who are not scared of a marathon,
Decided that the logs, should be their paragon.
They invited those that they thought were easy prey
So Ian and Merek were there, come next Friday
Although Ian is light, he is no slouch for might
While Merek has enough guts to put a lion to flight.
“Scenic but rough” was Ian’s choice for the tough
Our two stalwarts were ok, but Merek said “enough is enough.”
Meanwhile those who have more brains than brawn
Were not sitting around looking forlorn -
On bike, Kathleen road, while Pie giggled for being towed
And young Ben tread peddles in a very fast mode
Old Wicks and Jill who live on the hill
Thought a brisk walk that evening would not kill.
And then there are those who would talk rather than walk
And they are usually not scared to remove the bottle’s cork
A success it would seem if you looked at the scene
One of the joys one gets for living out a dream.


29th May 2007.

The Blogs by Sir Richard

The Blogs


The nature of mankind is to collect and commune,
But frustration with one another can intervene too soon
A meeting place is necessary that is common ground to all
I place where families can meet, whether big, large or small.
“Impossible” you say, because in nature we’re so diverse
And that, of course, would seem to be humanity’s curse.
Yet clubs are formed and good money is spent
For people to join with hopeful intent.
With exercise and party, as the major call
Yet it is often very difficult to be able to please all
That is why it was found, for those who like to ride, walk or jog
That there is a sense of freedom, to drink a beer while sitting on a log.
No one is held responsible for house keeping, so to speak
And the odour from sweaty armpits does not tend to reek
Logs circled around a fire that is built on the inside
Can be quite warming and great for meat that’s “braaied”.
A place where men and women unite with their children and some dogs.
This ring of logs in our block, we now call “The Blogs”
Exclusive to those, who with their community, would talk.
And a jolly good excuse for those who like to run, ride or walk.
“On on!” is the runners cry all around the world,
Some with banners, and some with flags unfurled.
But come the time when the run is done
There’s a very good reason to have family fun.

By a Blogs Bard
28th May 2007.