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Details | Free verse | |


By ears and whiskers, ain't no more
A sadder thing that being in the dog house,
On a rainy day.
Make no bones about it, when momma's
Mad I'm hanging my head low.
Jo dirt has nothing on how bad this hound feels,
But honestly instincts roller, over road wisdom's,
Howling, but I'd mean it dearest sweet mommy.
With woofs and kisses can I  make it all better,
It's lonely on this side of the doorway.
With you out there and me in here.
Kibbles my bits I'd give up my
 Monthly allotment,
Of bacon bits for a true heart felt,
That a good boy one more time. 
If I could I'd bring you a beer,
Just to see that frown disappear.
Perking these two ears up to here,
Your laughter ring out at bed time.
Or a soft whispers friendly voice, speaking
Good night dear old friend.
All four paws down I won't do it again,
Cross this canine's fury little heart.
But the rain keeps falling,
As outside the sunshine is calling,
Our names to be together,
There's no tears like these rainy days.
So I'll sit patiently,
For the sun to rise again in your heart,
When ever that maybe,
Because simply put I'm loyalties pup,
Just waiting for you to bring me 
On the right side of 
The door once more.
To sit beside thee again.
A companion and dearest friend,
Always letting the sun to shine down
On us forever more.


Details | Free verse | |

Walk with me

 We follow the river
Along  the Taff Trail ****
Where will it lead me 
Somewhere beautiful without fail

We pass Llandaff  Cathedral
With Epstein,s statue's within
Cant say that I like it
But thats not a sin

We keep walking for miles
My dog Tilly and me
Soon will be at a castle
Used in films u see

The name of the castle 
Is Castell  Coch
Whose  translation reads
Red Castle of course

It called locally as
The magic castle
Looks so mysterious
As though ready for battle

The rooms arent big at all
Carved small  animals adorn the wall
Been sanctioned for weddings
Though numbers  must be small 

Time to turn back
Homeward bound
Along the manmade track
To the mighty rugby ground

Where voices echo
Hymns are sung
The 6 nations contest*
Has begun.

Come on Wales The reigning grand slam **and   triple crown ***champions

*wales, ireland, scotland, england, italy and france, battle it out annually against each other in Rugby Union. 

**Grand slam is where  you beat all the other teams

***Triple crown is where you have to beat the other 3 uk teams.

**** the river running through Cardiff is the River Taff, that is why we in Wales are called Taffy's 

Taff Trail is 50 miles  of track between Cardiff and  Brecon through countryside and over mountains.  

PLEASE GOOGLE. Castell  Coch  hopefully you will be impressed.

Details | Limerick | |

There's No Place Like Home

Once was a gal who felt so alone
Tornato came up rooted farms home
Landed on wicked  witch
Munchkins came out of ditch
Gave dog lollypops instead of bone  

Details | Rhyme | |

The fox

The Fox.

The fox he bounced up to the toad
As everything around him glowed
He took her hand so tenderly
And said "hey sing this song with me"

The elephant told the kangaroo
“No matter what you say or do
You've got to have this dance with me”
And hummed a little melody.

They danced and danced
The whole night through
And really had a great to do
As their time they filled so merrily
All crazy, wild, and fancy free

The chimpanzee said to the clown
As he tapped his toes upon the ground
“Come laugh with me and have some fun
Let's dance and sing, hey everyone”.

The bear he laughed to see them all
As he drank some juice to keep him cool
Then he joined in all the carry on
As they played and danced the whole day long.

Peace, Socrares 1996

Details | Free verse | |


	Darkness dominates 
	the earthly cycle at year’s end. 
	This is true 
	no matter how many fools 
	legislate otherwise.
	Dogs have unerring internal clocks
	and finite bladders.
	Taken together,
	these absolutes of nature
	guarantee that I’ll witness 
	every dawn from November to March
	regardless of my
	preferences or exhortations.
	I don’t have a problem with this, 
	although I’d much rather be relishing
	the warmth of bed and wife.
	I trade comfort for being part of 
	cold quiet pinking toward sunrise, 
	snow blowing horizontal, 
	rain sometimes gentle, 
	often thrown hard against the ground 
	heaped upon the poor dogs 
	answering the call 
	of another of nature’s absolutes:
	when you gotta’ pee,
	you gotta’ pee.


Details | Rhyme | |


What would it be like if I were a tree
Just how different my life would be
Standing still for years on end
Perhaps it would drive me round the bend
Back and forth I’d sway in the breeze
Then in the winter my branches would freeze
In the autumn I would be naked and bare
But I’m just a tree so who’s going to care
I’ll attract all the birds when it turns to spring
They will sit on my branches and then start to sing
Building their houses they fly too and fro
Too bring up their young I watch how they grow
When it gets cold they’ll all fly away
The sign that its winter with a sky that is grey
Alone again not one single bird
The sound of the singing not to be heard
All the little animals have all hidden away
I’m stuck in the ground that’s where I will stay
I see the odd person who’s out for a jog
Then there are others out walking their dog
Then they will stop to let the dog pee
But why do they have to do it on me
Kids swing from my branches till they fall apart
If only they realised I do have a heart
Then there are others who give us the chop
Just to make furniture to sell in their shop
I wish I could talk then I could explain
That I do have feelings and I do feel the pain
So next time your out you’re bound to see me
Maybe you’ll realise I’m not just a tree

Details | Haiku | |

Joyful Canine

Joyful canine

brandy warm eyes light
intelligent soft and bright
no language so right

dive after the birds
thrilling that they scatter wild
‘cross the azure pond

smiling the while, gay
tail wags the triumphant hunt
struts out the cold wet

Details | Ballade | |

It's here at last

It’s here at last

At last the spring is really here
The weather’s warm and sweet
The doves up in the seed trays coo
As so peacefully they eat
The fountain plays a melody
As wispy clouds up in the sky
 They form in me these images
As the morning passes by

Geraniums in their many hues
They shine out in the sun
The dog runs round with rubber bone
He’s having heaps of fun
The mulberry tree is so alive
She loved that winter rain
She knows as she grows her baby shoots
That the rain was not in vain.

The washing hanging on the hoist
Gives out such sweet perfume
One would think the gentle rose
Was close with tender bloom
Mauve hibiscus dances softly
Within the cooling breeze
And all of this portrayed together
It gives my mind such ease.

9 September 2013 @ 1924hrs.

Details | Romanticism | |

Evening walk on the beach

I walked alone
along a sandy and lonely beach.
The raging waves from the sea
crashed onto the slimy sea shore.
The riding waves were white and bare,
but when they violently crashed, turned white and black.

I walked along the lonely beach.
Listening to the seagulls chatting
on silver rocks and boulders.

I sat near the shore.
The waves coing in and out
crashing violently on the silver rocks and boulders.
I sat there, lonely skipping pebbles into the vase and endless sea.
The waves came in and swallowed the pebbles, I threw its way.

The sea crabs wabbling from side to side, came up from the shore.
They kept me company on a lone and quiet evening.
A lone dog walking without an owner
came and curled up next to me,
and barked at the chattering seagulls.
They flew in panic toward the setting of the Red Sun,
and disappeared into the evening paradise.

The lone dog gazed upon the red sheld sea crabs,
and chased their wabbling bodies away
back down to the slimy sea shore.
And at the setting of the evening, I was alone.

Soon I had seen something
that had shocked me,
A young and beautiful gypsy woman.
She crossed my path along the lonesome beach.
All of a sudden the beach became full with love and life of all kind.

The lilacs, and roses, and violets and daisies
grew tall and bloomed, like madmen.
The waves pulled in by the full moon,
that shinned upon me and the Gypsy Woman.
She was decorated with ragged skirts and blouses,
with shinny, white pearls around her neck,
and golden bracelets around her wrists.

She smiled at me.
I smiled back at her.
Her hair black, with a vail of flowers around her head.
She stopped me and held my hand.
I was astonished and afraid.

What was this stunning and beautiful woman doing to me?
A victim of lost love and heartbrake.
I had no money, no jewlery.
I asked her what she wanted.
She replied with loneliness in her voice;
"To be loved."

I pulled her in, and kissed her,
and whispered softly in her ear,
decorated with silver earrings;
"Me too."

We joined hands and walked the lonesome sandy beach.
Listening to the waves, now softly coming in and pulling out.
The shore, now not so slimy, 
and the silver rocks and boulders sleeping so peacefully.
I turned to her and she smiled at me.
I held her in my arms and kissed her upon her sweet brow.

Details | Rhyme | |

Snowy Delight or Fright

Snow of delight or snow of fright?
Bringing forth a world of wintry white.
Children sled and play no matter it night or day.

In its pleasures they do delight.
Spreading limbs wind up and down.
An angel’s wings flying without a sound.

Rolling giant balls of powder.
The children laugh a little louder.
Even though, they sometimes flounder.

Snow of delight for them.
Snow of fright for some men.
As they shovel the snow again and again.

Canine friends tunnel their way.
A lost one looking for the light of day.
Wishing for a warmer place to play.

Bending the branches of my favorite evergreen.
How far can they stand to lean?
Will it be nice or mean to my evergreen?

How might your scene unfold?
Did it make you shiver in the cold?
Is it a delight or fright to behold?

Richard J. Long (February, 2010)
Inspired by Snow apocalypse

Details | Haiku | |


                                DOG SLED IN THE SNOW STORM

                                           wind sucks breath 
                                      hopeful frozen musher
                                              chases sun

                                                 frosty moon
                                          interrupts white fury 
                                            dog team glides

                                              snow ice smooth
                                       dogsled consumes white miles
                                                  moonlit bites

V. Anderson-Throop

Details | Haibun | |

Surreal Nature

First frost has come overnight, and the quaking aspens have blanketed the hills with brilliant splashes of amber.  Even the ruts in the driveway, are beautifully trimmed in rime, glistening in the touch of sunlight that has just now fondled the horizon.  Finn,..our golden lab, struggles to get up on his feet this morning, to be let out.  He limps a bit stiffly, then hesitates, reluctant to step out into a chilly dawn.  It's the first time I have noticed how rudely is a gray veil clouding those wise, brown eyes.  Finally, he ventures outside, walking gingerly, under a sky, jaggedly streaked with purple. The morning air is persuading the cold breath of winter soon to follow.   Mourning doves are slowly disappearing, although two familiar stragglers, like old friends, are sitting high upon the shed roof, watching the leaves tumble like golden gems to the earth....and keeping watch, like soldiers, at their post.  And Finn forgets his discomfort, for just one moment, and runs for a closer look.  He jumps, barks, and they fly off into the sunrise. There is an odd feeling in today's somber light, which seems to turn the page of another season.   

a tail thumps the door
as I reach for the leash...
we wait for the sun

For Contest Sponsored By Broken Wings 9/20/13

Details | Verse | |


An empty barn was the home of a dog;
outside buzzing bees attacked a tiny cat...
joyful was the song of a parched bird.

An hour ago, happy was the warbling bird;
no rascals bothered the skinny, smelly cat...
they didn't get close to the hungry dog.

Rain came and it worried the shivering cat;
spring showers were the joy of the bird...
he could have been the prey of the dog.

Sunshine returned: the dog barked, the cat ran and the bird fled.

Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 10 - tree lizard puffing chest, fireflies dancing, buzzing bee

perched on the branch tree lizard puffs up its chest like a balloon dancing in the dark fireflies paint lines of light in exquisite designs a buzzing bee the sleeping dog awakens then bolts from the room

Details | Haiku | |

winter's rain

winter's rain deluge pouring buckets all night long... slept like a princess

Details | Rhyme | |

At Morning Play

The sun shines gently upon me. 
The birds are busy at play.
The children are sleeping. 
The cats are out creeping.
And the dog has been barking all day.

The birds cackle and chirp;
As they play a round of hide and seek.
The dog watches with excitement, 
as the cat strolls by so frail and meek.

A good morning kiss from the sun to the world.
Its a brand new day.
wake up boys and girls.

Details | Tanka | |

Golden In The Shade - Tanka

This is the old grove
where I would unhook his leash
so he could run free-
Squirrels may be glad he is gone
but leaves have gilded his grave

Sitting in the shade
feathering grass with fingers
I feel soft, long ears---
I can almost feel the thump
of his tail hitting my legs

For Contest Sponsored By Amy Green

Details | Ballad | |

The Ibis episode

The Ibis Episode

Today I walked into my garden
To give our dog attention
{Now he’s a dog so big and strong
I guess this I should mention}
And then my eyes, rested upon
This bird, a sacred Ibis
Which made me worry quite a bit
Cause my pond was filled with fish.

This big birds strutted round the place
He could not seem to fly
But I knew that if my Boy caught him
The poor bird well might die
So I was in a quandary
As to what I well might do
So I put the dog into the house
So I could think thing s through

I walked up to the mulberry tree
{He was perched upon a limb}
And I really got quite close to him
And softly spoke to him
He didn’t seem to mind at all
But then, he flew away
It seems he wasn’t hurt at all
Which really made my day.

Details | Free verse | |

Sunny in Hocking Hills, Ohio

*Sunny at Hocking Hills, Ohio*

There he goes!
Dashing across the prairie like a hound dog
He is a lightning bolt
He is a wonder
He is my small white dog full of energy
Galloping across the tall rye grass with not a care in the world
We come here to relax and collect our thoughts
We come here to remove ourselves of the pressures of the world
A log cabin, steaks, historical movies and our dog
Sunny is the child we never had between us 
There he goes!
Dancing amidst the tulips and daffodils
That was a million years ago 
And now our lives are so different
Sunny craves his time away from home too
Now he goes in the back yard chasing squirrels and birds
Howling at the first hint of their arrival
He’s my little mixed breed
He’s my little thunder
Watch out animals in our yard
He is on the prowl
This incessant barking
This incessant howling
I simply open the back door and Sunny goes to town!

Gwendolen Rix

Details | Free verse | |

Strangers on the Walk

Consider the chance meeting of a man and a dog on the street.
The man smiles and smacks his lips – a calming signal to the dog.
The dog, head down, tail at half mast, wonders what this stranger wants.

The man asks if he may pet the dog and the proud parent says sure, but a little hesitant.
He pauses, the dog strains at the leash.

The man squats and smiles and offers the back of this hand below the eyes of the dog.
No threat, no sudden moves, just soft words
and a quick glance at the undercarriage of the dog to determine the correct greeting.

Good boy...nope, Good girl.
The dog knows a dog lover and a possible friend.

The owner stands straight and proud of his four legged child
and the man sees himself in the eyes of the dog
and knows that he, too, would like to be greeted like this
on the street by a stranger, and clicked at, and lips would smack,
and he would be as calm and loved as the beast.

Details | Free verse | |


Echoing against the alpine valley's deepest depths,
In the timbers hear their thunderous voices,
For they are the spiritually liberated, the kindred 
To the restless spirit of the wilderness.
Our native brethren guardian, hollowing unto 
The night moon above, singing the chambered
Music of solitude's paradise.
It is a  mournful cry, a haunting rhythm of this
Unchained melody, sung by a forest creature
In isolation the wolf, whom was born wild and
Free, behold the untamed survivor, living
From tooth and claw.
Running within the illumination of the full
Moons glow, do these night devils patrol,
For foods raw hunger drives this kinship's pack,
On the basic instinct to thrive and survive.
Loving mothers of fur to kin, nuzzlers their youth,
Covered in the blood of satisfactions hunt,
For it is the law of the ancient, that the strong
Live on wards, and the weak of the herd thinned,
By deaths teething predator.
Shadow stalkers lining the snow banks of ice,
Waiting to ambush with speed and stealth.
Wilderness chameleons blending within their
Natural habitat's forest realm, in their eyes 
Gleams the spark of freedoms beauty,
And within the beast, beats the wild heart
Of liberation, no longer lost in isolation's
Paradise, for the lone wolf has found
His kindred path at last.
Listen to the echoing voices from mountain
Top, to the distant peaks beyond, howling in
Unison, for tonight the mystical forest is alive,
Stirring with the songs of the wolves, singing
In happiness unto one another, in the timbers.


Details | Blank verse | |

a dog and thunder

A Dog and Thunder. 

I hear thunder it’s nearing, the dog, not looked after, whimpers; this
 ancient fears of Odin’s horse hooves, sparks from the gloomy sky-
Thor, is no better with his loud, idiotic thunder trying to steal his 
father’s ire. How to tell the dog its chances of getting, hit is remote?
I open the gate it runs into the shed and curls up on a rug I was about
 to throw away as it threadbare and full of holes; it was new once,
 admired for it colour and pattern. That’s the way of everything that’s
 why I only buy old bangers. There is nothing as sad as a hounded and 
ignored dog, it avoids eye contact fearful I might change my mind and 
throw it out. The owner of the dog is a man of uncertain anger if I offer 
to adopt it he might shot it as he did with another dog of when it was 
futile as a hunter of rabbits. My cowardice is endless to confront a man 
with guns on his walls, not me! I feed the poor cur, but never let into 
the house it must understand that I’m not a master... just its friend. 

Details | Imagism | |

old signs stay true

Trespassers will be shot

I Survive not as a man but as a human being
I' am level but bent elements of life cast in a mutant haze
to come close to satisfaction my only compromise
brought up in abstract wars defending the ludicrous redundant whores
planning a future where money takes all but the hard lines on our face and our leather
patched jeans

Oxygen all used up in this arrogant world
where dog eat dog and nothing is obscene or absurd
the knowing don't advertise just to profit from a mind carelessly drifting away
improving methods to make a living from violence with pseudo safety at your fingertips
chilled ocean waves freezing deep inside the sweat of the mid day sun
creative masters all degrees, fun youngers all diseases
laughter patiently mocking paranoid trips, kids dolls locked in a zoo
beautiful heroes and spirit imbued
what is brave an answer to your possession
the listing struggle collecting tax from a citizen willing to pay if they'll just explain
cash is their mandate, and fear is their weapon
your not safe in your domain because we've made it a price to defend
playing god compared to taking life but nature is it's own entity
replication is insane ask god if we are the same
where is the book of legends which guides us, reincarnates the process to find us

allowing acts in revealing you
a chain that carries a ball a warning to the residence of Shangri La
prisoners of withdraws and the timeless is at hand to polish hatred to distract mankind
what of John Lennon or Hitler without a madman plot
our future lies in our will
If Christ should appear, would he be dressed in Kevlar with an army of tears

free is not to live in fear, free is all the guns at the bottom of the sea
everything oil,plastic,automobiles,trans fats,poverty and hatred
pied piped by anti Federal mannequins
the closest to representation we will ever get
animals are to be respected and learned from
they have no fight with man but a common strife
the first signs of humanities decline will come venerable brave
tell me we don't have the intelligence and wisdom to proceed without weapons
what if armies used food and care in an assault on the troubles of the world
can i have a wonderful life and feel good about being eaten by a bear
when less is praised but no fearless embrace
not even a word, you are trespassing in our world
intelligence and passion make up our bullet proof suite
don't underestimate the possibility you harbor a killer in your garage
i' d rather be killed by a bear, than road kill

Details | Blank verse | |

Dog Ownership

  Dog owndership is not for me nor is the
dog walking buisness even if someone was
to pay me a fee or buy me a car and
throw in a house that's free of mice

  Dogs always have to stop and sniff around often
 even and lag way behind especially if their person
wants to contine walking and thinking out loud while
assuming that the dog is close by to find out that's not

   Dogs usually want to be good or so trainers claim
 but training a dog is a stressful challenge although 
 it's great to have  one's dog in the car at Taco Bell
 and there's nobody else with whom to share

    It's harder still when one's dog seemingly starts to
   have a hearing problem and runs away from the driveway
  as if confused on a hot day and then runs back home before
  it can be found- I like certain kinds of dogs but to own one just
  isn't for me.

Details | Imagism | |

The Fog

The morning, a cold dog's nose
Rubs and frosts my window pane
I pat its head, it licked my toes
I trembled in the pleasure vain

Opened the door and there in white
Sits the shaggy dog gaping still
Big it was, bigger than the night
Taller much than the trees and hill

It yawns across the misty lawn
And licks the dripping grass so wet
Sorry, it did not chew up the dawn
The work day in rigid stone is set

With foggy heart I embrace the day
And wiped its foot against the sun
The hot stone mat, my will of clay
Day's labor in this embrace has begun

While the dog naps out of our sight
Giving us room to wear out the day
The fog will come again in the night
Balming the bruises of work today.

Details | Ballad | |

Low Man Is Due

A low man is due...
My eyes seek reality,
My fingers feel for faith.
Touch clean with a dirty hand,
I touch the clean to the waste.
I fall cause I let go,
The net below has rot away.
And I cry to the alleyway,
Confess all to the rain.
But I lie straight to the mirror,
The one I've broken to match my face.
The fire is so warm,
But nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see,
What I've let me be.
So wicked and worn.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
So low the sky is all I see,
All I want from you is forgive me.
My eyes seek reality,
And my fingers seek my veins.
There's a dog at your back step,
He must come in from the rain.
But you bring that poor dog in from the rain,
Though he just wants right back out again.
So my fingers feel for faith,
And my eyes seek reality.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.

Details | Rhyme | |

Frogs and Dogs

Frogs and Dogs

There once was a dog that liked to eat frogs though it gave him indigestion.
He did not even care when the small children stared, or if they happened to ask a question.
He would jump on frog backs, have a green snack, and never give his confession.

Researchers would say, “Let the dog have his way.  It's all part of ‘Natural Selection.”
But pet owners knew, it would make him turn blue, before death's toll said, “Collection!”
Frog-eating dogs will die in the fog if hunting and eating frogs in the bog. Connection!

Eliminate frogs catch tadpoles in their holes and remember to get directions.
For frogs in the bogs, which are eaten by dogs, can cause death.  No resurrections!
Since this frog-killing plight might be a tough sight, before killing, seek information! 

Whether freezing frogs eggs or chaining your dog, remember death brings insurrections.
Civil rights for dogs, for hogs or for frogs might lead you to a few connections.
Frog-eating dogs that play in the bog or roll over logs just might find death's reflections.

So before pets go down and are buried in the ground do your best to learn preservation.
Don’t kill all the frogs that eat mosquitoes in bogs; it's a chain of life stipulation.
Instead, teach your dog to stay out of the bog.  He'll NEVER have frog consternation.

A plan of attack to keep dogs off of frog's backs at times might cause reservations.
Take responsible actions, separate frogs and dog; try using some dogie distractions.
The moral of this story is that dread and despair can be avoided with contemplation.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 6, 2009

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Aunty Curly and Tom

Aunty Curly was knitting a scarf,
She opened a book and wrote it half,
A mouse was running under book rack,
A cat was after on the same track.

They never bothered someone is in the hall,
They were playing as a player with a ball.
A dog was sleeping on a sofa chair,
A cat waits for him when mouse goes there.

She felt anger when mouse turned this time,
Aunty was murmuring a poem in rhyme.
She heard a noise something was smashed,
Porcelain was on the ground and it was cracked.

She bought it last week that was so nice,
A thing was scattered on the floor that was rice,
A container was lying on a one side,
A lid was hiding a lampshade’s behind.

But a dog was still watching laid his head,
He hasn’t noticed anything as he was dead.
Aunty was annoyed she pushed the cat out,
When she came back she also has a shout.

You are lazy dog why did you n’t stop them?
You are mastermind you did that scam.
Get out from the chair don’t cry for food,
I always bothered you disturbed my mood.

I was willing to finish my scarf very soon,
I hope to wear in a party to night’s moon.
You lost my temper I shall punish you,
Don’t come back it’ll punish you if came through.

Why did you co-operate a cat with a mouse?
Who will pay the fine if you don’t pay my loss?
She brought a brush and cleared all mist,
A Chair was empty nobody was on its rest.

She received a letter council was on raid,
Keeping the entire stray dog in a street laid.
She was terrified and jumped out in the street,
She didn’t saw her Dog that was on a beat.

She rushedly closed the door and ran after him,
Dog was in the park after the food has no blame.
When she called Tom where are you?
Dog didn’t listen to her and walked on his crew.

Aunty was after him he stopped on a pool,
The lads were catching fishes it was very cool.
She again asked Tom come with me to home,
You are silly Dog why you are tearing Tom.

She embraced him and came back home,
She cleaned his seat and put new foam.
You are my family member don’t feel shame,
I am getting old that’s why is my blame.

I am on pension and can’t walk a long,
You need to supervise when happens wrong.
I also banished the cat but she is normal,
You always mind whatever it is formal.

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The waves yawn gently...

Today  is a  warm calm sunny gentle Winters day at the local beach.

Aquamarine blends into tuquoise then turns  deep blue ultramarine.

The gently  lapping sea  fades  into a misty purple hue on the horizon. 

The waves yawn gently in long intervals ...lazily rising in anticipation...

softly frothing and sloshing onto a warm shell studded low tide shore.

A  new  variety  of  sea sponge is found ...light  , wiry and pear shaped.

A  fox  terrier is rolling on its back in its own  world for quite some time.

A woman on the beach smiles noticing  its rolling in something smelly.

"Oh dont worry  its probably a sea sponge"...Alas it was a dead squid!

The sun's  reflection echos a brilliant silver on its purifying fluid surface.....

A  man  with a solid  black dog  walks  briskly  along the waters edge..

The fox terrier approaches them......the black dog cowers unmoving. 

Focus released it eventually runs to its owner some distance away.

They say that South Australian beaches are the prettiest in the world.

Today  thousands of small sea birds are swimming on its deep blue waters 

A wild-life photographer is spotted with a massive lens down the beach.

Where have all these birds migrated from and why are they swarming so?

A local seagull soon provides the answer with a silver pilchard prize catch

flipping the sliver of a  fish over  until it finally disappears into its red beak.

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The Copper House

Still, on a bench, watching eyes inquired
To the heights of Brakeman’s Hill
That on its rounded peak 
Poised a bright copper house
And held the company 
Of a strong oak tree
It bore a twisted truck 
And roots of valiant display
The fallen leaves made swollen stumps 
As squirrels used them to play

An old man of grey 
And a young man tall
Stood looking keen in front 
Of the east copper wall
They stood in their suits 
Passing a will between
They took haste down the hill 
Through rotten wood and brush
Over flower patches that lay dead 
Passing whispers that bid hush

By a days cycle crop 
Matthew and I
Remained on the bench,
Watching the sky
And then, in a dark hour before dawn
The spance released a beam of light 
As if an impending star spoke
Of a purple shekel so bright
That shimmered in blue 
As the tail of a kite

We dashed to see 
Upon what land it fell
And sure enough 
On Brakeman’s hill
So with a glance of agreement 
We journeyed up that way
In hopes to discover 
What mystery portray
Half in a trail, we halt, and bow
For a silhouette shown forth
Approaching the place of abode  

It appeared to be a lady 
Around her thirtieth year
Her hair of almond ash, tied back in a bun
Her cloth of linen and laces undone
She carried a basket and a suitcase of paisley
While an ivory sheep dog in collar, carried two a daisy 

They entered the copper gate 
And rested in the yard
Until a rumbling of earth put them on guard
Then before our very eyes 
We saw that impending star brew 
And up from the ground
The copper house, split in two
The women and the dog 
Seemed to be collect
Even drawing from her suitcase 
Personal affects 

She strewn them about- blankets of braid 
To every line providing shade
For now the morning was warming
No time to lose- so we decided to meet her
On a whim and fuse
At the top she met us
And lead us through
The rooms of copper
Which vineyards rapidly grew
We tasted fruits 
We had not known
Then from afar 
Other children shown 
Though the suns gleam
 all with little smiles 
Some sat and giggled 
Others climbed the twisted oak tree
The place becoming, a home to the free 

At the end of the day, 
We took haste down the hill
Over flower patch blossoms 
Through moss and wooded lush
Passing laughter so hearty
Yielding, many cheeks a blush

Matthew and I 
Filled to the brim
Agreed for tomorrow 
To meet again