LONELY EYOT

 

On the lonely eyot

The world hastens by

As the rain fed torrent

Rushes headlong

Towards the sea

And the inhabitants

Of the quiet river haven

In nest and burrow

Fear their island homes

Will be washed away

 

THE RIVER WATERS

The river waters

Take their time

Slowly meandering

Through fragrant meadows

Copse and wood

Rural idylls all

Where time stands still.

Swans use a quiet ait

As an islet sanctuary

But the quiet waters

Though slow of purpose

Have no time to dwell

And are reluctantly

Bound for the sea

ASTER

 

Aster, starflower of the Gods

Pleasing to the varied eye

In their beauteous abundance

And loved equally by the butterflies

ALBATROSS

 

The Albatross on the wing

Over southern ocean

The sun gleaming

On it’s out span pinion

CHANTICLEER COCK

 

In the farmyard

Where the chickens scratch

A Chanticleer cock keeps an eye

On his clucking batch

 

But if some unfortunate

Mishap should befall

Leaving the farmyard

With no cock at all

 

Then nature will take a hand

To correct the mishap

Turning one of the scratchy hens

Into a chap

UNDER MACKEREL SKIES

 

Trawler men, leave

The safety of port,

Putting out to sea

Under Mackerel skies

And on foaming oceans

Drag their nets

And hope that God

See’s them safe to port

THE LANDSCAPE IS DESERTED

 

The landscape is deserted

The lake is frozen,

The reeds heavy with frost

And the Ducks have flown south

The snow lays deep

And Deer have meandered

To greener pastures

The songbirds have migrated

Leaving trees bare and empty

Though the sky is clear blue

And the sun bright

It holds no warmth

And the air is fresh and cold