Devonian stream –
Fish choc a bloc, tail to head ~
Ack, had I a rod.
Devonian stream –
Fish choc a bloc, tail to head ~
Ack, had I a rod.
Pee in the river –
I’m quite sure no one is there ~
A heron, staring.
A Monday haircut –
Shut in, the last customer ~
Free beer a nice touch.
Taking lunch outside –
Salami curls in the sun ~
Pleasure in small things.
Deep in the dark woods my mount and I
Observing the column moving through
Silently watching as they pass by
Their engines are noisy and smoky too
My chestnut mare is sure of foot
Able to weave ‘tween trees and all
I trust her, heart, mind and gut
She’s saved me more times than I recall
Soon the column will move on past
And we can be on our way too
Alone of our troop, we are the last
Now with a message that must get through
They’re coming with their engines of death
We’ll ride and fight until our last breath.
Pittosporum scent-
There you are again ~ heady ~
Welcoming me home.
Birds bursting hedges –
Noisy house sparrows, fighting ~
Calm Siskin, feeding.