Out now, my latest book E Book, Title; Unjust, 'A legacy from the past'. augustine Nash.

Hi Everyone,
My latest e book is now  out, this is a story of murder, lies, and an unlikely love affair. Please take a look at in on;  amazon.co.uk title, Unjust, 'A legacy from the past,' Augustine Nash. All the best for the New Year, Augustine Nash.

Second and final part of children's story.

The next morning the truck kept trying to think of a way for everyone to drive through the water across the road. He might be able to manage it but what about the others?
"We might as well go back," the red tractor said gloomily.
"We can't give up now, there must be a way," the dumper answered.
And there was. Just then a farmer driving two horses and a cart came up behind them. "What seems to be the trouble here?" he enquired.
After the truck had explained the farmer said, "I think I can help, I have some rope and my horses can pull you across." And that is what he did, one by one the vehicles were pulled through the water safely to the other side.
"Thank you, we can be on our way now," the truck said gratefully.
And so the truck started off down the road with the others following, it was a lovely day which cheered them all up. The line came to a halt when the truck stopped and said, "I wonder what is going on in that field, there are tents and flags and lots of people."
Being a curious dumper, he suggested, "Let's go over and see."
So the truck led them across the field until they came to a man who seemed really upset. "My donkey has run away, and I was supposed to be giving all the children rides, they will be disappointed."
The green tractor had an idea, "We could help by giving them free rides," he suggested.
So that is what they did. The long line of children climbed into their cab seats and away they drove with the children laughing with delight.
When the day came to an end the man said, "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere in particular," the dumper answered.
"Then come back and live on my farm, I have a nice cosy shed you can sleep under and in the day you can go outside in the yard, how does that sound?"
"Just what we are looking for, a bit of care because we are now getting on in years," the truck pointed out.
And so they found a good home where they led a peaceful life, the farmer giving them all a good clean and a fresh coat of paint. Every spring they would proudly line up and go to the fair to give the children rides, and they were happy because they were being useful again.
The End.
Augustine Nash.

Part of a children's story.

Once upon a time there lived a man who loved anything mechanical, and so he went round all the sales buying tractors with trailers, diggers that were almost worn out, a truck with only a cab, and lots of small things which often did not work. After buying these things he locked them all up in a large shed and never bothered with them anymore, always too busy buying the next thing that took his fancy.
"I'm fed up with this, I never get used now. In the old days I was useful to my owner digging up holes and carting the dirt away," one digger moaned.
"I know what you mean, just because we are old doesn't mean we are no good," the red tractor answered, feeling miserable.
The truck suddenly had an idea. "Why don't we break out of here when its dark and escape?" he suggested.
"How can we do that?" the binder asked, not very interested because he took so many naps.
"I'll tell you how. I am nearest the door, if you all give me a shove I can break it down," the truck answered.
"But how can we move far without petrol to fill our engines?" the green tractor inquired, always one to think up what next.
"No problem, there is that tank in the yard, we can fill up from that."
So once it was dark they put their plan into action. "Push, can't you, we are getting nowhere with such a feeble effort," the truck scolded.
So the two diggers made an extra special effort and to their delight the door crashed open and they were free. Just then the moon came out and by its light they filled their tanks. Then in single file they drove through the open farm gate and took off down the road.
They all managed to climb a hill and when they went down the other side they all shouted out, "Wheeee!" But then they came to deep water running across the road and had to stop.
"Can't get through there, it's too deep," the red tractor said, and the green tractor wiggled his wheels in agreement.
"There must be a way," the digger said, not wishing to go  back to that old dusty shed.
"We will have to wait until morning," the truck advised, "I don't know about you others but I am going to take a nap, goodnight all." And soon all that could be heard was the sound of loud snoring.
Augustine Nash.

Poem; Am I alone in thinking this is the norm?

Just another New Year
When I fear, I will let myself down
With promises I can't keep,
Well, the most for two weeks!
That diet which I planned
Has been kicked into the land
Of never-never.
And exercise, perhaps tomorrow
I'll start, if I've got the heart.
Does anyone keep the resolutions
So sincerely made, with determination,
That has no relation, to me?
I promise to correct any of my sins,
However, that soon runs thin.
Producing all the excuses in the book,
Maybe I  appear better than I think,
If I don't look in the mirror over the sink,
And I can convince myself
That wad of fat will soon disappear,
All by itself , but I fear not this year.
I will try honest, but it's hard
Work, that I shirk, so now you know,
I will go, into 2014 bogged down
With guilt, for just a few hours,
And then I will do it all again
When next year reigns!
Happy New Year to you all.
Augustine Nash.