Short Dray Poems

I'm yelling at a squirrel today
Then watching her just whirl away
Her name is Little Curly Mae
She's such a pretty girl I'd say 
But eats the birdseed from the tray
Then hides herself inside her dray....

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bells peeling loudly
red dray gracious in tree tops
while blue jays frame the shot     

pure crystal stars shine
translucent hues lighten sky
black water glinting

Fat cat drinking milk
roosters square up feathers fly
cow steps over wall
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I saw Thriplow in its merriment
Vintage cars borrowed from Cambridge
and an abundance of folk singers
with strobes of defiant daffodils
food for the feasties
Morris Dancers sermonising past practice
and mud galore for the land lugger

wannabe grandad Rockabilly singers
and Betty Boothroyds cottage on display
St Johns Ambulance eagerly waiting patrons
Dray horses carrying wagons
This was an  experience to enjoy...

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Ammonia-ed clumps of damp, dunged straw
forked onto her cold barrow, then rolled outside.
Across the field where her ninety pounds
thrust up the dray atop a mulching mound! 
Nineteen times before the sour dregs 
are swallowed by the day.
Bowed tendons stripe her calloused palms with pain. 
She racks each open with a metal comb 
to rake her horse’s mane.
Stall cleaned; horse fed, mane combed to shine as gold-
Showered, she brings her smile to our bed....

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