Summer has seemingly arrived and winter can now be forgotten. The past few days have seen some great sunshine and with it the grass is growing like wildfire. Though my plants seem to be taking longer to shoot up, still they are doing not too badly. My potatoes have finally started to break through, which brought my wife a smile knowing that in the autumn that she’ll have some home grown taties for the pot.
I’m making great progress now with Banshee 2. I can see the end within the next week, at least of the first draft. Both Susie and Munroe are now ready to be taken to the cottage for the final show down. I’ve decided to stick to the original ending that I had envisioned for the story. I have also thought of a great epilogue that will leave the possibility of a third story. Though I will talk it over with the wife once I have finished the tale and see what she thinks.
I’ve also been writing a lot of poetry this past week. I’ve been doing it as part of a game for one of the writers’ forums I’m a member of. Some of it isn’t too bad in my opinion. See what you think of this one:

Hells Muddy Fields

Stand strong,
Don’t let that knee quake;
Have a bit of backbone
You snivelling little wretch.

Stand your ground,
Don’t let them through.
Open fire:
Let them have it.

Ignore the smell,
Ignore the mud;
The rats;
That your friend is dead.

Fix that trench,
Clean your feet,
So they don’t rot,
We need every man we’ve got.

Have a smoke,
One light,
Two.
Don’t let the sniper see.

Now get ready boy.
This is it.
We’ll win the day.
Let’s go over the top.

Keep on moving,
Don’t stop.
Don’t get caught up,
On that barbed wire.

Run like your life depended.
Kill the other man,
Or he’ll kill you.
So stick him good.

See the mist.
Grab a mask.
Hope it helps,
Or find you’re blind.

Watch the newbie,
As he tries to make friends.
Ignore him,
For soon he’ll be dead.

Duck in a hole,
As steel rain falls,
Tearing at the ground;
Catching the unwary.

And so it goes on,
No end in sight.
Hells never ending
Fight.