homeward bound

[brian daley]

Home is the Sailor,home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
There sits the driver stuck at the wheel,
Filling with rage that could kill.
But stop ,look a while at the sunset behind,
And your mind with peace and beauty will fill.

This is the nightly crush outside my office

[potter]

It looks nothing like the painting by that name Brian, that hung in my dad's house

[brian daley]

Would your Dads painting have been of the Thermopylae and Cutty Sark racing up the Channel ? I had that one a long time ago. No those are the poor commuters struggling along the A38 out of Brum at the evening rush hour.

[potter]

That's the one Bri, I often wondered what happened to it.