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de we walk back to the shop, so I planned. OK, well I tried to plan. Less room for treats so I ate better and decreased waste and waist.Saved money on petrol and created less pollution. Talk about climate wise! But most importantly, I had time to appreciate the trees on the way to the shops. Well there are five trees, unless someone hit the tree on the corner, again.So here is my poem, Not quite an epic, Was to be a sonnet but I laughed too much.<h2 id="4953">Not quite a Chariot</h2>I need to eat, Empty fridge, Empty Garage, Walk to shops.Push shop’s trolley full of stuff, Mostly tipped in from passing shelves.Check out, Eyes closed, Credit card mangled, Tomorrow’s worry.Running on auto, Suddenly realised, No car to pack, No way home!Pushing trolley back to shop, Spied a golf bag bought and wondered where’s the cad

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dy?Horror dawns on me, I’m the stupid caddy, Surreptitiously packed, Too much stuff!Store attendant, Smiling question, “Refund Sir?” Sulky whisper, “Yes please”.Skulking in shadows I slithered home, Golf cart in tow no cupboard filling stuff.“Good idea dad”, “Buying pensioner trolley”, Said my son leaving for home, Trailed by swirling laughter.“It’s not” I yelled, It’s my chariot, Honour bound, In noble deeds!It’s my chariot and I’m its noble steed, Much better than being pensioned trolley-puller.Chariot prancing, At stable door, Proud sight seen trotting to store.Cohorts of chariots, Horses galloping, Fists waving, Charging bastions of indifferent stores.Or so it seemed, Years pass by, But I’m happy now, Still Trotting to the store.Blessed be.</article></body>

My Noble Chariot.

Riding off to War at local shopping mall.

Perhaps I should Explain,

Once, I was not quite as wise as I am today, I know, I know, Hard to believe!

Let’s try some prose.

This story reminds me, yet again, that simple things count. It’s about taking charge of life. This poem began years ago when I had to do shopping and the car was being used by family.

Simple decision, become the horse of the shopping-chariot and get some exercise. Saved shopping money because I was limited by what I could pull.

Forgetting things made we walk back to the shop, so I planned. OK, well I tried to plan. Less room for treats so I ate better and decreased waste and waist.

Saved money on petrol and created less pollution. Talk about climate wise! But most importantly, I had time to appreciate the trees on the way to the shops. Well there are five trees, unless someone hit the tree on the corner, again.

So here is my poem, Not quite an epic, Was to be a sonnet but I laughed too much.

Not quite a Chariot

I need to eat, Empty fridge, Empty Garage, Walk to shops.

Push shop’s trolley full of stuff, Mostly tipped in from passing shelves.

Check out, Eyes closed, Credit card mangled, Tomorrow’s worry.

Running on auto, Suddenly realised, No car to pack, No way home!

Pushing trolley back to shop, Spied a golf bag bought and wondered where’s the caddy?

Horror dawns on me, I’m the stupid caddy, Surreptitiously packed, Too much stuff!

Store attendant, Smiling question, “Refund Sir?” Sulky whisper, “Yes please”.

Skulking in shadows I slithered home, Golf cart in tow no cupboard filling stuff.

“Good idea dad”, “Buying pensioner trolley”, Said my son leaving for home, Trailed by swirling laughter.

“It’s not” I yelled, It’s my chariot, Honour bound, In noble deeds!

It’s my chariot and I’m its noble steed, Much better than being pensioned trolley-puller.

Chariot prancing, At stable door, Proud sight seen trotting to store.

Cohorts of chariots, Horses galloping, Fists waving, Charging bastions of indifferent stores.

Or so it seemed, Years pass by, But I’m happy now, Still Trotting to the store.

Blessed be.