Sure-footed on rugged hill
Likes life on mountain range
Rolling grassland fits the bill
Short horns reveal their age
Ovines in endangered stage
Males change from Brown, grey to black
Deft climbers blend with rock
Bristly manes, white saddleback
Female has agile walk
Dusky females never baulk
Feeds on various grass, leaves
Spots danger to snort, run
Predators - tigers, dholes, wolves
Humans poach, shoot for fun
Human deeds have their life done
Categories:
tahr, animal,
Form: Quintain (English)
Ooh, to take a magic carpet ride
Just disappear from here
To sneak away and explore the world
Just travel around its sphere.
Perhaps sneak away to Instanbul
Catch a whirling dervish show
Maybe flutter off to India
Watch spices as they grow.
Head towards the Netherlands
See flowering tulips in their fields
Steer the carpet to the Kenyan plains
As Maasai show their shields.
Coax the ride toward the British Isles
Perchance get to see the Queen
Flit on past the Amazon
See Brazilian emeralds and their green.
Soar over top of Everest
Chase the tahr down from its slopes
Swiftly skim across the deepest sea
Then gaze through Hubbles telescope.
Or should I closely hold your hand
Then float towards the moon
Lounge in the sun on golden sand
Then serenade you with a tune.
The word is full of lovely things
But I’d rather share the view
Because while these are dream vacations dear
They’d all be empty without you.
For L Milton Hawkins Contest
My Dream Vacation
Weitten 11th March 2022
Categories:
tahr, fantasy, imagination, love,
Form: Imagism
O' where are the soldiers -- where can they be found?
The soldiers lie strewn 'crost the battle-scarred ground
O' thither, O' thither the gorecrow must fly
Wherever the bodies of dead men do lie
Tahr-rahrahra caigh-o
Tahr-rahrahra caigh-ay
Who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?
And where are the sailors -- O' where can they be?
The sailors lie floatin', face down, i' the sea
Away thro' the tempest the gorecrow must speed
Before the cruel ocean recovers her deed
Tah-rahrahra caigh-o
Tah-rahrahra caigh-ay
O' who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?
And where are the ladies -- O' where do they lie?
In the kitchen or pantry, the wheatfields or rye?
Tis nae matter, for whither Love's maidens lie -- lo!
Tis thither, O' thither the gorecrow must go
Tah-rahrahra caigh-o
Tah-rahrahra caigh-ay
And who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?
O' where are the children -- the children who've died?
Hid fast in their cradle, by their mother's side
O' hasten then gorecrow -- O' hasten thee there!
For the flesh of Love's babes is a pleasure most rare
Tah-rahrahra caigh-o
Tah-rahrahra caigh-ay
O' who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?
Categories:
tahr, dark, death,
Form: Rhyme