A Preacher's Story by Paul Howlett

A Preacher’s Story by Paul Howlett

I heard this story from a travelling Gospel Preacher many years ago.

This Preacher was visiting a small church somewhere in Australia where he was to give the main address at the service that weekend.

He was staying with the local Pastor at his house. 

The visiting Preacher was shown through a front gate by the Pastor, to be greeted by a friendly and very ugly female bulldog.

“Oh exclaimed,’’ The Preacher. “That is the ugliest dog I have seen in years, its name has to be Gertrude!”

The Pastor showed the Preacher through his front door and as they both walked into the kitchen, the Pastor introduced his wife to the Preacher.

“I would like you to meet Gertrude, my wife.” 

The Preacher had to stay with them for the rest of the weekend.  I still think he is embarrassed!

Driving at Night by Paul Howlett

Driving at Night   by Paul Howlett

Homeward bound for daylights’ coming

Drive all night the stars are calling

Find the way through rain and fog

Find the way through mud and bog

Drive as fast as you dare

Large trucks are always looming

Ever nearer and to snare

You and your mighty motor

Bared and naked in their lights

Breathing down your exhaust pipe

Thundering past you at high speed

Frightening you with all their need

To be on time, to be there sooner

The traveling night trucks, today

Make for danger make for death

As they travel too fast, I say

In their all commercial quest!!

Words on the Page by Paul Howlett

Words on the Page by Paul Howlett

I’m thinking of writing

Many words on the page

Is it a novel, is it a book

My thoughts in a jumble

Don’t know where to look

Shall I start at the beginning

With lots of plot twists

My head is spinning

Around and around

Soon I will start

Get my feet on the ground

New ideas fill my mind

Fingers on the keyboard

The Zone has arrived

Light Bulb Moment

Hurray! I see my goal

Ten thousand words today

Finally, I have something to say

Alone at My Table by Paul Howlett

Alone at My Table    by Paul Howlett

All alone at my table

Looking for ghosts

The characters from fiction

Seem to fade in my beer

I am in a coffee shop of note

Surprised am I & I quote

When I surveyed the menu, here

To find lots and lots of beer

Some were good some were not

But find comfort in just one pot

Still it’s strange to find a place

A coffee shop by name

Sells booze all the same

I’ll raise a glass without any shame.

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Note:  A ten ounce glass of beer in Queensland, Australia is called "A Pot".

In New South Wales, in Australia a ten oz beer is call "A Midi".