Poem; Pooh, my love.

Pooh was a stray cat
Who landed at my house,
But in the time we had her
She never caught a mouse!
Pooh was a tabby cat
Who only had one eye,
And took herself down Fen Street,
To see what she could spy.
It wasn't long before a cry went up,
"She's eaten all my cheese,
Can you find me some more, please?"
All the boys went fishing,
Just outside our door,
And of course Pooh went back for more!
She was the kind of animal
Who loved the warmth of fire,
One day she sat too close to it,
And her fur was set afire!
Singed and blackened
But none the worse for wear
It did not cure her, because
She always insisted sitting there.
Pooh was a friendly cat
Affectionate, warm and true,
And every time Liam came to stay,
He would call her from outside,
"Pooh, my love, dinner time!"
And from somewhere she would appear
Like a steam train express,
Ah! Yes, she never missed a trick,
And I suppose up in Heaven,
She will still be pinching cheese,
Of course, looking very pleased!
Augustine Nash.

Poem, The passing years.

 The passing years.
Where does the time go?
When I was seventeen
My world had just begun,
I met you and life was fun.
I never thought of growing old,
There was always so much to do,
But then the years flew by,
And I, became aware of how
My life was slipping away,
And each day flew by
on wings, and I retired.
But time has moved relentlessly
On since then, and I am
Seventy six, now you are not
Here I have to get others
To fix things around the house,
Even that mouse.
I fill my empty days with writing,
History books, and so much more,
Which passes that time,
And now I know, where it goes!

Augustine Nash.

Poem; Flossie became a Pommie!

Oh how I miss my Flossie,
She was such an endearing might,
With an apatite for fresh chicken
And liver, every night.
None of those tins of dog food
Would she even consider, no,
For her it was the best we could
Give her! She did not like the
Postie, even though she was bribed,
Nipped her on the ankle,
So had to be locked up inside.
She was born in Aussie land,
But came to UK, travelling all
The way on an aeroplane.
She was a clever dog,
Counting up to ten, and
When asked, would roll over,
Again and again.
Flossie lived a full 25 years,
And in that time showed in no
Uncertain way, she was the boss,
Oh how I weep for her loss.
But now she's up in Heaven
Where all good doggie's go,
Where she has joined her master,
And I know, they will be
Walking on clouds together,
Close as ever.
Augustine Nash.

Today I am starting to correct a murder story I have written, not my favourite hobby going back over what I have written, but it has to be done. Hope you all have a good day. Author, Augustine Nash.

Poem. If wishes were horses beggers would ride!

Oh! I wish my phone would ring
Just once in a while,
That would make me smile.
Oh! I wish for an E Mail
From far away,
That would make my day.
Oh! I wish I would get a letter,
Telling me how your are,
That would make my day
In a big big way.
Oh! I wish wishes came true,
But all I have
Is the silence of this room.

Augustine Nash.

Having a bad day. Dropped my favourite mug and it smashed to pieces, cut my finger on sharp knife, my phone went on the blink but thankfully it is working properly again, something to do with the atmospherics? I am trying to decide what story to write in my next book while doing some illustrating, any ideas? I would love to hear from anyone who reads this. Augustine Nash.

Today I am working on a book for my granddaughter Sarah, creating poems from old faxes she used to send me, and illustrating them. Anyone looking at this please feel free to get in touch with me, that would make my day! Many thanks to the people In America and elsewhere who have bought my E book, title, 'Nailed,' a murder mystery story. Every single book sold gives me immense pleasure after working so hard for years. When is the weather going to cheer up? Augustine Nash.

Today my lovely daughter Sandra is flying back to Perth, WA. It has been so lovely having her company and I will miss her. The three weeks she was here seemed to have flown by, as of course it always does. Back to my own company! Augustine Nash.

granddaughter's wedding.

Yesterday my lovely granddaughter Hannah got married, congratulations to them both, I hope they share a long happy life together. Her parents, Steve and Ellen, did a wonderful job and it was enjoyed by all.
Augustine Nash.

Hi All- This is my new book about three generations of a family in West Australia. 
It is now on Amazon and available for your Kindle as an E-Book.

Augustine Nash.

Publication Date: February 12, 2013

In 1830 the Dunn family, two farm workers and a governess Allie emigrate to Western Australia, building ‘Woburn House’ beside the Margaret River. A daughter is born which is a disappointment causing a rift between the couple.

The story follows the success and failure of the family, their trials and up lifting times as they strive through three generations to make a life in their new environment. Native Aboriginals prove to be invaluable to their survival and relationships’ are formed with other white settlers.

The land itself proves hostile in typical Australian style with bush fires, drought, cattle stealing and plagues of rabbits. There are difficulties but encouragement too, salvage from a wrecked ship, gold; marriage into a wealthy family, pearls discovered, and children born.

Agatha, the last of the line endures the sorrows of two World Wars and as a lonely 70 year old becomes a recluse, pondering all that has gone before and concerned for the future of the house and farm beside the beautiful Margaret River which she has so loved.

Tomorrow is my 76th birthday and it is special this year as my daughter has come to stay with me from Western Australia which pleases me immensely. My granddaughter gets married the next day so it will be a busy weekend!

To my late husband.

 For Vic.
I wish I could send you E Mails in heaven,
To tell you how much I miss you.
Or, dial a number and speak to you
Of all the things I left unsaid.
How we spent a lifetime together
and how I have never stopped loving you.
I would say, "Do you remember the night we met,
When I gazed into your blue eyes?"
It was like drowning with happiness, love at first sight,
You looked so handsome in your blue RAF uniform,
Knife pleads in your trousers, shoes that shone
And white belt blankcowd to perfection.
You gently took me by the hand, and, by torchlight
Proudly showed me the sweet-peas you had grown.
And so we walked through life together,
Encountering problems on the way, and you would say,
"It will be all right, you wait and see."
You were my rock, my inspiration, and was always there for me.
We shared so much together, and I know
When it comes my time, like you always said,
"Don't worry, I will come back for you."

Augustine Nash.

First part of a children's story.

Hi everyone, here is the first instalment of a children's story, which I hope they will enjoy. To be continued later.

Murphy.

 

Charlie walked along the row of cages with his mother inspecting each animal, then passing on stopping at the last one to curiously stare inside.

Murphy was the most dejected dog you ever saw with over-large ears, sad eyes and huge paws. He never even looked up when the boy said, "I want him, please Mum."

"Perhaps we ought to look at the rest first, before you make up your mind," his mother answered uncertainly. The truth was she did not think that this animal was at all suitable; he looked so scruffy and was not what she really had in mind.

"Oh please Mum, I really like him," Charlie pleaded.

Murphy was tired of people not wanting to choose him and had tried his hardest to appear more interesting, but decided he would put his best effort into finding a new home just one more time. Hauling himself up he walked over to the cage door, looking up at the boy with appealing brown eyes.

"Just look at him Mum, he only needs someone to love and give him some attention," Charlie said, squeezing his fingers through the wire netting to touch the dog's head. Murphy rewarded him with a wet sloppy kiss.

And so it came about that Murphy was taken to his new home, a small terraced house at number 34, Grinstead Street, on the outskirts of the town.

At first Murphy was shut up in the kitchen every night, but after a while he rebelled against this and made such a noise that he was allowed into Charlie's bedroom where he lay on the bottom of the bed feeling quietly content.

It was still quite dark when Murphy was woken up by the sound of sobbing, so he went to investigate. Stretching out a large paw he touched Charlie's shoulder, saying, "What is the matter, are you ill?"

Immediately the sobs stopped. "Murphy, is that you talking?" Charlie asked, filled with surprise.

"Of course it is, but I don't normally let on that I can understand what you humans are saying."

"I didn't know that dogs could talk."

"Well, what's the matter, you can tell me all about it," Murphy comforted, understanding what it was like to have problems. His last master had put him in the dogs home when he had got tired of having to look after him and take him for a walk. He had felt lost, alone and unwanted. However, now he belonged and was fiercely loyal to this boy who had chosen him above all  the rest of the animals.

"It's this boy at school, who is always bullying me and I can't stop him," Charlie answered, giving in to tears again.

Murphy considered this problem carefully. "Leave it to me, I know all about that sort of thing."

"But what can you do?"

Murphy laid his head on Charlie's chest, "You'll see." Slowly they drifted off to sleep curled up together.

Augustine Nash.

 

 

 

 





short story for today.

Hi all, today I am writing you a short story, hope you will enjoy it.

I had never stayed in a hotel before and naturally was nervous of what was the correct procedure. At first when I walked through into the lobby and was confronted by the young woman behind the desk, I felt as if I wanted to turn tail and run away. However, that was quickly got over as I was put at my ease, and my new suitcase was carried up to my room on the second floor.
In a way it was exciting until I remembered why I had come; or should I say ran away from it all! No one really understands when your fiancé fails to turn up at the church, and then leaves without any explanation. It has been a struggle pulling myself back into the land of the living, and I am justly proud that I persevered, through gritted teeth.
Well, never mind all that now I am here, and that is all that really matters. I wander round this unfamiliar room like a lost sheep, wondering, 'What comes next?'
Suddenly, I hear a voice calling my name from down below, and feel undecided. I hesitate, open my door and peek up and down the corridor. What a relief, it is empty. I start down the stairs, trying to look sophisticated; a woman of the world, and then I remember.
I enter my room again feeling quite relieved and yet at the same time realising things have to be faced. Picking up the fashionable red handbag I had bought especially to take on my honeymoon, I turn, only then noticing the window is wide open. Outside the day is grey and cold, it is not really a good time to be taking a holiday. And then the bedside phone rings. Who can it be, nobody knows I am here.
I pick it up and a voice says, "Darling, your mother told me where you are, look I'm really sorry..."
I put the phone down and walk away to start all over again.

Augustine Nash.

NAILED a new book on Amazon by Augustine Nash

Something cut her foot but she was unaware of it. However, she was of something else. The small transparent shape which appeared and floated towards the gate, where it turned and hovered. “My little butterfly!” she screamed a terrifying sound which rent the air. The apparition seemed to be beckoning before dissolving into the rapidly cooling air. Ellie is determined to find out who murdered her daughter Jessica and recruits the help of Doctor Hugh Staines. After a young girl goes missing in Stickly Village and is found murdered the investigation is re-opened by Detective Frank Carter. Ellie’s estranged sister Jacqueline turns up out of the blue. Thomas Skeine and his son Andrew both have a violent past, arouse suspicion when Thomas’ wife Irene commits suicide, and his youngest son is killed in an ‘accident’. Ellie’s ex-husband Tony and his second wife are also under the microscope. But when Ellie goes missing, and the list of suspects grows longer, will Doctor Hugh Staines and Detective Frank Carter be able to get a clear picture of what is going on? Will Ellie be found alive, and will Jessica’s murderer be found? Something strange is going on in Stickly Village, and Hugh is determined to help get to the bottom of it.

Hi All. My name is Augustine Nash and below are the details for my new book. It is a murder /mystery
that will keep you guessing till the end. I am new to blogging and would love to hear from people about different subjects and hope that you will read my book.
I am going to be putting different things on here including short stories and poetry and maybe some of my art.
Looking forward to hearing from you all.

Augustine.

Nailed [Kindle Edition]

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Kindle Price: £2.99 includes VAT* & free wireless delivery via Amazon Whispernet * Unlike print books, digital books are subject to VAT.

Length: 250 pages (estimated)