Long Red deer Poems

It is Monday, today is pay the bills and light shop.
All this after we have been for the morning run.
The dogs are always keen, they trot beside me
as at ten miles an hour we cover...

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Amongst the oaks and the maples and shrubbery so green
Runs a translucent flow, a stream so pristine
It's meandering contours hugging the land
Takes me back to the day, we met unplanned

The sky was pale blue on...

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Adventures of Robin Hood and his Merry Men.

               No1.

 Robin’s Thick Member

We wuz out huntin that day
Ah remembers as plain as...

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Darkened skies 
That cloaks the night, slowly fade away
And the melodic songs of birds, are heard
Heralding a bright new day
 
As the earth begins to feel the warmth
Of a sultry, soft sun’s heat
Morning mists envelop...

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Walk along the leafy paths dappled with shade
turn over a rock or two and watch the scurrying
as little insects scatter looking for some covering
finding it underneath some sticks and a grass blade

Sit quietly and just...

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Pretty am I in this forest of green
Appreciate my eyes for I've seen what I've dreamed
Not that long ago when I was a little girl
What I had seen in my dreams made my heart twirl

To...

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A raging river tenaciously floods
Tannins and silts combine to dark blood

A hut, just fifty metres, occupying their sight
Two men, cold and wearied, stuck for the night 

An adventure all planned, lasting a week
In the middle...

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I was renowned as Chief Buffalo Chips, a great leader of many tribes.
I was given that pathetic name by my father resulting in a heap of gibes.
But with a name like his, Chief Tater Chips,...

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I came from a land of redneck drinkers, who mounted deer heads on walls without sheetrock. It was a simpler time. You shot or hooked what you ate. A wood stove heated the whole house....

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Dear Santa,

I’m writing to you just like every year
Always been good since the last time
You brought me gifts on your red deer
I left you no milk but some sweet lime
Do forgive me for this funny...

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Across the River, West 'tis that 
at the cliffs & clefts of Victoria above
blackish waters slick as Legislation, of Verrazzano
& not-so-merried ferries, the promontory sits of
visage, resplendented of red deer & red bear &
white Eagles'...

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The iridescent raven perched upon pilings
By just one lake in Friesland's beautiful wetland outings

His golden beak and orange legs with claws set off
Against black feathers that glisten and are a rain runoff

Carefully he watches the...

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Imagination 
Pre down borealis that had flashed through
the dark blue night sky had disappeared . 

A light at the ridge a few stray sunrays lit 
up the valley and the mist of mystery was
 slowly...

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These are the moments we live for.

The shake and stir of the wild growing furze, 
Red kites blazing over high pines, hares sparking beneath,
And hooves striking the shells from the sand. 

The Hill grows blue...

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A red deer on a misty hill
Stately among the grass
Listens with ears pricked to the shrill
Sounds of earth; musings pass

Dim smoke flitting in a morass
Dance in the mirror of the mountain pool
And music cool
Quivers and...

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