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A SIGHT FOR STRAW EYES
I have a little scarecrow friend,
To his eyes I must attend,
The straw is poking through you see,
So I see him, he can't see me.
But when I saw him just last week,
I heard a tiny little squeak,
Upon my further investigation
I found a Dormouse in location.
A cosy little nest she'd made,
And there four tiny babies laid,
I made my vow to let them be
Now my scarecrow would not see.
I turned and headed for the stile,
Something wonderous made me smile,
It was a whisper on the wind,
I turned around, my scarecrow grinned.
Thank you Sir for doing right,
Mrs. Dormouse she got such a fright,
You see my eyes are her safe haven,
From wind and rain and crow and raven.
A tear rolled down my dusty face,
What magic was there in this place,
My scarecrow gave his eyes you see,
A greater love there cannot be.
I did return and he spoke to me,
And through my eyes I let him see,
A family of Dormice having fun,
Scurrying, laughing in the sun..
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Rick Still Poem
A SIGHT FOR STRAW EYES
I have a little scarecrow friend,
To his eyes I must attend,
The straw is poking through you see,
So I see him, he can't see me.
But when I saw him just last week,
I heard a tiny little squeak,
Upon my further investigation
I found a Dormouse in location.
A cosy little nest she'd made,
And there four tiny babies laid,
I made my vow to let them be
Now my scarecrow would not see.
I turned and headed for the stile,
Something wonderous made me smile,
It was a whisper on the wind,
I turned around, my scarecrow grinned.
Thank you Sir for doing right,
Mrs. Dormouse she got such a fright,
You see my eyes are her safe haven,
From wind and rain and crow and raven.
A tear rolled down my dusty face,
What magic was there in this place,
My scarecrow gave his eyes you see,
A greater love there cannot be.
I did return and he spoke to me,
And through my eyes I let him see,
A family of Dormice having fun,
Scurrying, laughing in the sun..
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THE LEMON TYPE GARDEN
The Players. (in order of appearance)
Freddie Fastfoot (The Rabbit)
Felicity Flutterby. (The Butterfly)
Joshua Jumpahop (The Grasshopper)
Chloe Crafteneye (The Fox)
Benjamin Buzzenbee (The Bumble Bee)
Oscar Oakenut (The Squirrel)
Molly Maggenprop (The Magpie)
Christopher Croakalot (The Frog)
The Fairy King
The Poet
In a hidden valley lies a magical place,
That has spanned the mists of time,
A garden so fair, without compare,
Where snowdrops and bluebells chime.
Where fairies rule and nectar flows,
And the seasons all combine,
To keep the crop of root and fruit
So bountiful and divine.
Our scene is set, Midsummer's day,
The cast is now complete,
The eight clan heads, serene and proud,
All take the oath, then take their seat.
Freddie Fastfoot tips his hat,
And makes the first address,
He talks of fields and clover green,
Of carrots ripe and juicy cress.
Felicity Flutterby next to speak,
Full of charm and grace,
Tales of golden nectar cups,
And endless reels of gossamer lace.
Joshua Jumpahop takes a bow,
His clan by far the eldest,
Strong of leg and fixed black eyes,
Lush green grass is his bequest
Chloe Crafteneye takes her time,
She mentions truces ancient,
Teeth and claw are her stock trade,
The clans are not complacent
Benjamin Buzzenbee, lord of bees,
Orange tail aglowing,
Magnificent pollen harvest this year,
Means winter stores are growing.
Oscar Oakenut hurrys forth,
Magnificent tail is shaking,
Reveals a bumper acorn drop,
Huge oak trees in the making.
Molly Maggenprop, mischief maker,
Queen of truth evading
Makes a pledge of better behaviour,
The host need more persuading.
Christopher Croakalot eighth to rise,
Booming voice resounding,
Deep cool pools and lily pads,
His tadpole brood abounding.
Speeches made, the scene is set,
The fairy king now seated,
The toast is raised, bond renewed
The ritual now completed.
The king now rises, hush prevails
Golden crown resplendent,
His approval needed, as is law
On this, all are dependent
He raises cup and bows his head,
The clans rejoice and cheer,
Wonderous sound to fill your heart,
But only few will hear.
Farewells said, the time is nigh
To part this magical place
For midsummer's day is all but done,
Fair moon now shows her face
The garden now just fades away,
From outside world protected
The King commands the misty veil,
Ancient secrets undetected
A year today the mists will rise,
And midsummer's day everafter,
Old friends will meet to take an oath,
Then depart with love and laughter
Now just in case you pass this way,
Well I will be delighted,
I will join the clans this year
And you have been invited!
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SAIL ON BY, BUTTERFLY
Sail on by, Butterfly,
Full of wings and grace,
Dancing on the warm spring air,
Bring beauty to this place.
Tasting feet and colours bold,
Such a joy to see,
A silent flight, a landing soft,
Sweet nectar waits for thee.
Your life so short, seems so unfair,
But let your beauty shine,
I marvel as you drift the breeze,
The pleasure was all mine
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GREEN MAN
His whisper is there, from sapling and tree,
A lost ancient tongue but not lost to me,
Listen more carefully to rustle and creak,
Clear your mind, you may just hear him speak.
His origins veiled in the deep mists of time
Nonsensical words filled with rhythm and rhyme
Paths well trodden through soil, sand and rock,
As he tends to his life giving, leaf bearing flock.
I spy him in forest,in copse sometimes glade,
Look to find him where sun meets the shade,
Always resplendent, adorned all in green,
Only revealed if he wants to be seen.
Yet we are old friends, he nods, tips his hat,
Beckons me forth, for our time honoured chat,
In words long forgotten he babbles away,
Brings joy to my soul for the rest of the day.
Shadows do lengthen his words start to slow,
What passes between us? Well only we know,
We say our farewells, smiles upon faces,
He turns an heads off to his half hidden places.
I stand alone somewhat sad but refreshed
Acutely aware, never doubt I am blessed,
One final glimpse as he skips through the trees,
Haunting farewell from Green Man, on the breeze.
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MAYFLY
Just a day is all he is given
No surprise wings so driven!
Dragonfly, trout lie in wait
In turn the Angler casts his bait.
Never even time to eat
His existence is so very fleet,
Pass his genes, all else forsaking,
Millions of years in the making.
Duty done and time to die,
The river slowly drifts on by,
He floats among a countless horde,
Sleep well my friend, your line assured.
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MY LONG LOST FRIEND
Be discreet, itchy feet,
Keep your plans and go,
They may laugh, keep your path,
The point is, they don't know,
The sea of storms inside your head,
The creaking of your heart,
A battle raging for your soul,
When did real me depart?
A small piece of my former self,
Is hidden deep inside,
I feel it growing every day,
Restoring former pride
Once dashed upon the rocks of life
A being crushed and broken,
Body ravaged, mind asleep,
Now something has awoken
Need to nurture, feed and grow,
This sign of Winter 's end
A precious sapling needing care
It is my long lost friend
He left me many years ago
Did not see him depart
Just slipped away without a word
Now years we've been apart
But he is back, I keep him close
And no one know's he's here
Everyday our kinship grows
We are a force to fear
A time will come to set him free
My patience must endure
I need him at my side again
He is my only cure
The darkness then will fade away
Into the light I'll go
Feel the sun upon my face
And once again I'll grow
Into the man I know I am
Not this worthless shell
This daily waste of precious life
My living, breathing hell
Time is close, so very close
To let this journey end
Then anyone who cares to look
Will see my long lost friend.
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SILENT WATCHER
Oh the things she's seen,
Pterodactyls swooping low,
Nagasaki all aglow,
Iceage creeping over land,
Maradonna's cheating hand,
Armstrong making one giant leap,
Humpbacks singing in the deep,
Tutankhamen's golden face,
Unbeaten Frankl's final race,
Titanic's iceberg breaking free,
Anne Boleyn on bended knee,
Stonehenge rising from the plain,
Halley's comet passing again,
Nelson falling, duty done,
Oswald and that fateful gun,
Orbit fixed, she glides on by,
Silent watcher in the sky,
None can match her constant stare,
And to her beauty none compare.
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TIME TO DIE
(Said to a tick, tock, clock rhythm)
Tick tock, tick tock,
Tick tock, old clock,
Tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock, won't stop.
Tick tock, old clock,
Tick tock, won't stop
Tick tock, room's cold,
Tick tock, be bold!
Tick tock, he's here
Tick tock, he's near,
Tick tock, let's hide
Tick tock, no time!
Tick tock, foul breath,
Tick tock, smell death,
Tick tock, let's pray,
Tick tock, go away!!
Tick tock, too late,
Tick tock, our fate,
Tick tock, tick tock,
Tick tock, clock stopped.
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TIME FATAL LOVER
My choice is made,
My course is set,
No time for longing or regret,
A brutal mistress,
At the helm,
Emotions coursing, overwhelm,
Seconds rushing, minutes lost,
Hours, then days,
This is my cost
She spots my weakness,
Laughs with glee,
Fool I am and fool is me,
Magnificent foe, I am in awe,
She has my soul,
Forever more.
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