Butterfly babies are just So-So Sweet.

So So Sweet

Louisa May Alcott.
You passed away.
March 6th 1888.
Your poem "the Fairy song" is the best for me, followed closely by the " the little shadows" your talent inspires .


Shadows dancing on my wall.
There  is no sound, from just bare feet.
Butterfly babies are just so-sooo sweet
Doesn't it just make you want,
to tickle those tiny little feet?
because those butterfly babies are so-soo sweet
My little princess is 16 years of age now 
and still so-soo sweet, and rather likes her grand-dad tickling,
Her not so little feet. 
Butterfly babies pictured up above? are truly sweet,
I borrowed from Barbara Fisher of March House books,
Also a lady who is Oh, so sweet.
: Agman                                                   

Taken from the short Story:
Shadow Children.
By,
Louisa May. Alcott

Little shadows little shadows,
Dancing on the chamber wall.
Whilst I sit beside the hearthstone,
Where the red flames rise and fall.
Caps and night gowns, caps and night gowns,
My two antics shadows wear;
And no sound they make in playing,
For the four small feet are bare.

Dancing gayley, Dancing gayley,
To and fro all together,
like a family of daisies
blown about in windy weather.
Nimble fairies, nimble fairies
playing pranks in the warm glow,
Whilst I sing the nursery ditties
Childish phantoms love and know.

Now what happens, now what happens?
One small shadow tumbled down,
I can see it on the carpet,
softly rubbing it's hurt crown.
No one whimpers no one whimpers,
A brave hearted sprite is this,
See the other offers comfort,
In a silent shadowy kiss.

Hush they are creeping, hush they are creeping,
Up about my rocking chair.
I can feel their loving fingers clasp my neck and touch my hair,
Little shadows, little shadows.
Take me captive hold me tight,
As they climb and cling and whisper,
"Mother dear, good night good night.

L.M.Alcott. (American Author )

How sweet it is to love someone.
Be well  Agman.

The Bullet of life.

A lifetime.
Some how in my lifetime! some one or thing, has always looked out for me, keeping me safe,
I all-ways seemed to dodge the bullet.
I wonder why?
Do you know?

I believe in love even when at times I don't feel it, I just know it's there,
Can you feel it too?

I owe a large debt to life and it would seem it's my time to pay the piper? how do I do that? Do you know?
It would seem? If I was to  just fade away and leave my debt for someone else to pay. Would this be wrong of me? can you tell me please?

Agman.

good old Friday

agman

Airborne.
South Australia
Mid 1970s

Yippee its Friday.

The weekend at last.

I have a date in Melbourne tonight, with a sweet lady,
whom I have made a few dates with before, but was unable to keep them due to flight commitments.

I think she thought I was giving her the run around, so this week-end I will be on my best behaviour.
But this time is different! I'm all organised, nothing can stop me now?
I feel really happy that finally its going to happen, my first leave in 10 weeks.

I'm at 7500 feet in a Hercules and I'm preparing to jump out the back and parachute on to an RAAF base, as part of my training to keep my parachute wings and then I get a ride to Melbourne in a vampire training jet to Laverton airport in Victoria, how cool is that? then it's shower, clean uniform, into a cab and on to Melbourne. beauty! isn't dating so cool?

The noise levels inside the Hercules are unbearable without protection, so I'm wearing ear muffs.
I notice the caution lights coming on and I look forward to the cockpit, my mate was waving through the curtain at me.
I stand up to have my kit  fully checked, by the load master, I hook my rip cord on and stand ready,

There are 7 SAS guys also standing ready  they are going out about 3 minutes after me and they will land  about 9 miles from the base and have to force march back, they were laughing and joking that they would beat me back to the shower block (tough bastards).

It's crazy really here I am standing at the door of the Hercules ready to jump out! normally this would give me such a buzz, but no! all I can think of is my weekend in Melbourne.
I get the green light and I launch myself out into the blue sky, I felt the tug of my rip cord and my chute started to deploy.

Out side temperature was around 23C, that would make it about 30C on the ground, just nice.
I look around there isn't a cloud to be seen, I see the airfield below me, and I spill a little air from my chute putting me right over the field, I have a quick check of my kit, all's well, so I start to play about, going round in circle slowing down speeding up, swinging like a pendulum, it certainly was a lovely day.

At 80 feet I look towards the wind sock so I could set my self up for an into wind contact with the ground,
Shit! I had forgotten the sea breeze that visits this airfield most sunny days, the wind sock filled and indicated a least 30 mph, more than I would have expected or liked, I'd better get her on the ground quickly, as I got lower I noticed alarmingly that I was going down wind a good rate of knots and  approaching the perimeter of the field, I quickly turned into wind, the violence of the manoeuvre nearly turned me upside down, swinging back down I made contact with the ground, next I was being dragged along by my chute and I was struggling to collapse it, as I released it, and it just blew away.
I just lay there thinking to myself, what a balls up I made of the landing.

Trying to move I felt a sharp pain in my left ankle,which only got more intense as I lay there, I was unable to get up, in fact my mind was swimming in a pool of pain! so I decided to just wait,

I won't bore you with all the details! about dope! ambulances! medi-vac to a main hospital and all that?
needless to say when I came too 3 days later, I was feeling quite sorry for myself, and all my efforts to contact my lady, didn't work, my letters! phone calls! all no good? seems she has had enough  of pilots for now?
Me? well I will be flying a desk for a few months,

She was a sweet thing?
You Know? sods law is such a bitch?
Just when you think it will never get any worse, it does and when you think it never get any better, it does.

Sometimes when I dismount from my aircraft, a tiny wee pain in my ankle reminds me of the day, I let this lady slip away.

Laying outside at night, beneath the stars, I and listen expanding my senses and try to remember her face and recall her last words to me.
But alas the Universe, will not share this moment with me.

Agman

Give Your Love Away.

Do you think that this is the trick?
to give your love away
Before you pass away.

It may not be so easy to do?
so Ill leave that part of the trick to you.

Love can be all things, a touch, a quick glance, a knowing  smile, a wee message written on a scrap of paper.( works for me)
That bubbling up in your chest when you realise they are the best.

So come now? lets get started this very day,
Start to give your love away,
I'm sure you'll have a pleasant day.
You never know when you may pass away?

Be well  Agman

Man Kills Girlfriend tragic Accident

Splash down.

You are all aware of the story about the Johannesburg shooting tragedy.

Oscar Pistorius ?

Before you judge this man, let me tell you what happened to me,in early 1970.

I was staying in a similar type of house in jo-burg.
During the middle of the night, shots rang out within the house, my bedroom walls developed three bullet holes, not a good sight to see in the middle of the night.

I pick up my hand gun in fear, cocked it and called out, as everybody in the house did, after a quick check my friend said "his mother had not replied" so we all rushed to her room, she was standing in the middle of the room crying with a hand gun and a black man was laying on her bed dead, from a gunshot wound to the head. She had survived what you could only call her lifetime nightmare.
She had fired at him through the bathroom door, not so different to this case? Her bullets passing through the building could have killed any of us?

Now I don't know if this is murder or a tragic accident. Who does? before the trial?

But to the closed minds of the world press, who have made up their own minds and see this as a good opportunity to put the South African Courts under pressure, voicing their own opinions laced with their racial undertones.and unwarranted pressures and possible corrupting a fair judgement.

Johannesburg has had the highest murder rate in the world for many years now, and more than likely still has?
So  if you're a Black or White person and you work in jo-burg,
You're going to have a house with bars and walls around it and still have a high chance of being burgled and violently assaulted.

They always seem to find a way in! and on the average the women are raped and cruelly murdered.

Can you imagine living your whole life with that fear in your mind, in your own home? with your children? I think not?

It's the same fear that has created Safe rooms in some places in the rest of the world

All I say is: keep an open mind.

be well Agman

Timothy Napier Moxon

                                 Timothy Napier Moxon ( 002)
                                 Born 2nd June 1924.Kent
                                 Died 5th  Dec  2006.Jamaica.

How does it feel to be on a blog ? you always loved the limelight.
I transferred you over from my flight log, (you will excuse my not getting the dates right) next time OK.!

I will always remember you saying to me, as you danced out the door, (when we worked at Crop Culture Jamaica) you said "Donnelly stop writing and come drink with me"?
Good times, I will blog you one day, mind you, it may have to look like edit! edit! edit!. rest in peace old friend, I remember you.
One Agman to another!
Well you were the film star so you're one up on me.

Agman.