By the river mosel life is born again,
Breeze is virgin,sight is nonpareil;
At dawn or dusk when the vegetation
Casts its shadow on mosel’s glass,
The reality of paradise manifests.
What a generous land is Mosel
That distills wine on mountains’ gredients
And puts smile globally on every face ?
If you know the value of vino’s gift,
Won’t you rather praise mosel?
Flowery land ; Fruity land ;
Fruit that loves us shall drop in our front,
Fruit that doesn't shall drop in the green
And the beasts of forest shall feed on it;
Pear and apple; cherry and berry .
The world wears a crown,
Mosel is the jewel on the crown;
The home of art, the home of wine,
Field of flower, field of fruit,
Heaven of angels whose curtains
Are the petals of rose and lilly.
Categories:
mosel, nature,
Form: Epic
THE LIFE OF A MOUSE
Pitter patter, scurry scamper,
Running through the house,
Squeek and screech, a frantic dash,
A tiny little mouse.
Searching for a mosel here,
A little nibble there,
Then hurry back into the nest,
To nestle there with care,
For seven little pinkies,
All lying in a bunch,
Waiting for their mama,
To come back with their lunch.
They must be very quiet,
The people mustn't know,
They share their home with even one,
For then they'd have to go.
Life is hard on little mice,
Home and hearth come hard,
They're prey to everything it seems,
They must stay on their guard.
She didn't see the owl today,
Just made it to door mat,
It's bad enough they have to dodge,
That big, mean, nasty cat;
And yesterday waas almost caught,
Beneath the old wood pile,
A weasel hunting there for food,
Near chased her for a mile;
But Mama's here now little ones,
No need for now to fear,
Just be quiet, snuggle close,
We're safe and warm in here.
Judy Ball
Categories:
mosel, nature
Form: Quatrain