There are so many things I could be doing with my hours, But I can hear the bees whispering to the flowers. I could fix that thing that’s been bugging me for days, But there’s a squirrel up there enthralling me with its playful ways. Of course there’s that job I promised to do, But
While stumbling across Dartmoor one day I happened upon a quarry, I sat down to eat my lunch but was interrupted by a man called Donny. I’m sorry to bother you, Donny said, but I’ve lost my Impy, It’s a bothersome creature and really quite wimpy. Once it ran from its own shadow for hours
Mother nature spoke on a whispered wind, A story so sad of her children who have sinned. I gave them everything, so she said, Life of wonder and the glorious heavens above each head. A cornucopia for their bodies and nourishment for all inquisitive minds, And when hubris became a virus I gave undeniable signs.
She said she loved him, and gave a kiss to show, But another had felt those warm lips, which he did know. Old mother Jane looked out with a tear in her eye, Remembering her life with Simon of years gone by. Marry me, my love, and I will be yours for all time, But
Let the Troll read the poem to you I’m a Troll who lives under a tree Deep in the forest, just where I like to be. I’m not a Troll who causes grief on the web Just a harmless wee creature who likes his bed. I sleep throughout the day until the sun goes down
Deep into a forest I did go To be among life only the trees did know. I sat on the bank of a gentle stream Happy to let my mind wander and begin to dream. As I listened to the birds sing and hoped the spirits would show I became calm, at peace, and lost
It was a simple country house; a peaceful, secluded home A family nest of brick and stone. The age for this domicile I’m sure was high For it was around to see horse and cart drive by. Centuries had passed with the tick-tock of life Without a moment of noteworthy strife. But this house had