The Beatles & Packing

I have not been a good girl on keeping up with my packing. I busted butt last week and then slacked off thinking, oh well, I got plenty of time. Today it is bugging me because I know the more I slack the more to pack later on; so in order to get on the ball I turned on Al’s radio I found after he passed.

I heard a song playing that suddenly gave me a lift in energy, so off to work I go packing some more. What was that song I heard, that got the body moving?






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Tunnel Vision, The Daily Post

You’ve been given the ability to build a magical tunnel that will quickly and secretly connect your home with the location of your choice — anywhere on Earth. Where’s the other end of your tunnel?




A house at the edge of the block

Covered by bushes and trees

A scary place to walk by at night

Can make you feel so ill at ease


And  inside lives an old woman alone

Who  cares  less about the outside view

She’s heard all the scandals and stories told

She smiles, because she always knew


That she is the only one who has

A secret place given only to her

A tunnel which brings her life  alive

Which she sees clear, not even a blur


When she feels cast out from the world

She only need walk through that door

She lets the light guide her way

To there and here for  never more


And waiting for her to say hello

With smiling faces of delight

Is all her family passed from here

And everything is finally alright.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

(Terry’s Thoughts in Poetry) Facebook