The word of the weekend is Railing! Louise did an epic report yesterday using as many words that rhymed with railing as possible. To keep the theme going she raised the challenge that I use all the rhyming words she did as I tell you about our morning in Hodgkin Park.

Well Louise, challenge accepted.....

Ode to the Railings

In the realm of painting, a vibrant tale,
Where colours entwine and dreams set sail,
With brush in hand, we begin, no complaining,
Always willing, never failing.

Through paint, the pictures find their healing,
A balm for the steel that's been worn and ailing,
Assailing life's storms, they stand, prevailing.
Always steady, never bailing.

By the vibrant tapestries, the stories unfold,
With yarns of today and memories of old,
Sex Ed anecdotes Mike is regaling,
Always laughing, never wailing.

Engrossed the in task, the hours are sailing,
Time for a break, our coffee inhaling,
Resting in the shadow of the rails we’re nailing.
Always together, never trailing.

Once more of the brushes we are availing,
To the rails we go, one or two top and tailing,
Our photo op Aimee is surveilling,
Always planning, never flailing.

“The end of our task is nigh”, we are hailing,
It’s time for our monumental unveiling,
From the Blaydon Race to Paradise gate,
Always on pace, never late!

Apologies to Michael & Krishti my poetic skills were not good enough to fit you in by name.

Liked this? We'll be back in Hodgkin Park in three weeks to complete the painting. Need something sooner, there's a beginners session tomorrow at the Ouseburn.