Here's to the fellow we hold dear,
his blood, it was said, teutonic.
He holed up in County Lincolnshire
to escape the plague (bubonic).
'Twas there an apple fell on his head
and gave him a wonderful notion.
Before he even went to bed,
he wrote down the laws of motion.
Could discontentment be a vice?
To be a farmer would suffice -
yet, born upon this earthly sphere,
a boy in County Lincolnshire
was left by farming, cold as ice.
Not content to sow and harvest grain,
He sought to understand and explain,
inventing calculus he showed
how nature's secrets he'd decode
with his unsated, searching brain.
As Newton revealed the laws of spheres
there followed other pioneers,
none of them quite satisfied,
as they were only gratified
by blazing new frontiers.
Dissatisfaction's contribution:
the Industrial Revolution -
happy changes - if there are finds
by newly discontented minds,
yielding a climate change solution.
upon the Rase a troublesome crone
who meddled in the Rasen folk
for she a witch!
a witch! their slant and well
she laid upon a cow a cursied blight
a cursied spell
and lo would not this neighbour’s cow
go to the milking parlour so
this neighbour’s daughter fraught and fair
to seek a wise man, she that hour
left in haste to hear of words
and met with him though quite by chance
for he appeared to her when needed
invited in somewhat expected
and knew did he of her unrest
as heating in the fireplace a red hot poker
readying
and stoked, enflamed the fire roared
and from by the Rase the witch was heard
to scream and cry
you see now in her weakened state
another troubled Rasener
took heed upon the lowered crone
and struck her hand with a blade had he
and brought to her all of her eves
that drew the blood of taintedness
and scream once more
then again made three
no more trouble will she cause
said the wiseman confidently
and the witch skulked away
her powers lost
made free were then the Rasen folk
and the cow went in to give them milk
Quincerra queen of the white horse had a full load today
But she made an exception when she heard of the lost foal.
She said, I can easily tackle my list of have-to-dos another day.
For being the savior of the white horses was her ultimate goal.
Lancelot, the white horse, was thrilled to meet his queen.
He knew she was a favorite human of his Uncle Benign
He noted that she was full of kindness, and never mean.
He asked to be her steed from then until the end of time.
I would love that, she told him but let me ask Norse from Lincolnshire.
That would be okay, Lancelot agreed, hoping it would work out.
Norse was her present steed, a wonderful horse who wanted to retire.
Quincerra and Lancelot were happy together, and gave a glorious shout.
Matlock the hare has a good life
He is alone now, he has lost his wife.
But his offspring are near, visiting each day.
He loves his evenings, when they are far away.
Matlock loves to sit in front of the fire.
Wearing his warm pajamas near Lincolnshire.
With baby kangaroo on his lap, they are both cozy.
The mantle’s candlesticks smell like a fresh new posy.
His pet rat named Egbert watches the basket for worms.
They come out in the evening, with a touch of a squirm.
A delicacy for him, he keeps the house clear of a cat.
This is the perfect place if you are a rabbit or a rat.
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Ghoul exploded from his coffin with an enormous boom.
Two virtual students caught the sight on Zoom.
It was weird that this knave escaped his dank grave.
Dead in a cave, but now an internet fave.
But who would hire this ghostly flier?
Lincolnshire Illinois fears a dead vampire.
Which expert knows the most about hiring a ghost?
The Zoom host did, but he hated to boast.
What about Mad Mummy who plays wicked rummy?
Her teeth are gummy, but she is no dummy.
Ghoul got bored and climbed back into his grave.
A wet tomb now. Still, his personal fave.
Oh listen helots while my words be bold
To gather fire that fills our spirits mold
So brimstone melds the brick and mortar wold
We face death to defend these walls of old
Our wars be borne for mothers wept herein
Our children born free our lives shall spare thee
Be brave bold men for now the fight begins
Lift swords and battle defend til weary
Let not thy spirit fade with wound or fears
Thy faith be sturdy and shields have great zeal
So in the midst of clash ye find no tears
Our proud hearts and true mettle to reveal
Be sure in this moment we proudly stand
Each man's brave heart lift valor to this land
September 7, 2020
If you drop a hammer
don’t do it on Mars
it might float for years
Then chip off some stars
If you drop a nail
Not on my roads in Lincolnshire
I’ve already had to pay
to fix a really flat tire.
If you drop a hint
please drop it in my friend Dora’s way
She thinks you’re really cute,
And she says she’d like to play.
Our sweet breakfast guest was a vampire.
His finger eating I did admire.
Listened to Philharmonic Choir
His falsetto lit the house on fire
Favorite apple pie was a Macintyre
We had purchased them in Lincolnshire
Blood was his favorite drink, his desire.
I thought it looked ugly and smelled rather dire.
He was great as it said in the flyer.
We went swinging on an old black tire.
I was sly, but frankly, he was slyer.
He said he would not turn me. Oh, that liar!
~~~~~~~~
climate change... killing
spring bees... spiders many flies
early nesters starve
once joy the seasons...
the charm of springs overture...
winter defies it...
today... house sparrows
seen nesting... nature wishes...
hopeful they succeed...
grass... verdant... growing...
hedgerows holding back... afraid...
full spring biding time
jet stream...rioting
lost its way... meandering
disturbing nature
the hill piste lingered
children smiled... sledging... what fun
comes the rain... flooding
hot then cold weather
flu viruses all favor...
hope you had your jab...
don't stop feeding birds...
wild mammals too... squirrels nuts...
rats... mice... wildfowl grain
wintertime walking...
shush... have your camera ready
seen... a snowy owl
lincolnshire
just in case one thinks i've jumped
the north atlantic
~~~~~~~~~
THE 70'S
~~~~~~~~~~~
The first year we were married, bliss!
Our son Kirk was conceived and born.
In Lincoln, it was so remiss!
A cesarian, us both torn!
We feared for him and I for her!
All happy, we both shed a tear.
They both lived, what an ordeal!
That was life, so full on, for real!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
02/21/18
Where were you in the 70’s? - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Line Gauthier
A cummerbund of peach and tangerine
below Persian blue sky now washes pale,
Marsh Harriers and Starlings call, unseen,
competing in bizarre chromatic scales.
Sewn onto the horizon in a hem,
like cardboard cut-outs on a puppet's stage,
black silhouettes of trees break up the Fen,
companions, my deep solitude assuaged.
A circling buzzard ends his last foray,
for him the next meal cannot come too soon,
the evening takes it's leave and says good-day,
lopsided smile upon Lincolnshire moon.
Now turning a full circle, one last gaze
with hope in such peace I can end my days.
Hollie was born with no right forearm,
In Lincolnshire on June 26th in 1994,
But now resides in Wales, Hengoed,
To train at Cardiff Metropolitan Uni.
The F46 javelin category suits her,
And she discovered herself one day,
At a Star Track Athletics sports course,
During one summer holidays, short.
She competed in Beijing and London,
And won many medals as a junior,
So in Christchurch at the IPC Worlds,
She took home a bronze to rub bare.
Then in 2012 at the Euros, Holland,
She moved up a notch to win silver,
And in Lyon at the IPC Worlds, 2013,
She threw 37.45m, a PB to win gold.
2015 Worlds, and she made 40.53m,
To retain the gold and top the board,
And at Rio 2016 she found success,
When she recorded 43.01m, a gold.
drunken dive bombers
peewit lapwings courtship play
above wet birds lake
giant crawls up hill
makes lincolnshire wold of
our detritus fen
drunken dive bombers
peewit lapwings courtship play
above wet birds lake
giant crawls up hill
makes lincolnshire wold of
our detritus fen
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