It's not fair!

 I can see it

just up there

I can’t reach it,

that’s not fair!

If I grab this leg

and shake

it may fall down!

but it might break

Even stood

on tippy-toes

how I’ll get it

heaven knows

Suppose I climb

up on this chair?

I don’t like heights

don’t think I dare

If I clamber

on the shelf

I might fall

and hurt myself

It’s not fair

I’ll let it be

it’s not easy

being three

Awakening

As a baby I was the centre of attention, or so it seemed.

And then I became the coolest kid on the block, but not for long.

When I reached my teens I thought the world revolved around me. At least, that’s what I believed. I couldn’t have been more wrong!

Years later I reckoned the world owed me a living, but I soon found out it didn’t.

When I felt it was time to settle down I thought I’d have a queue of brides waiting at my door, but there wasn’t.

And when I did eventually wed I thought marriage would be easy. How wrong could I have been.

Now I face the future full of hope and lofty aspirations. I hope I’m not heading for yet another rude awakening!

It's dark tonight

It's so very dark tonight
I can’t see very far.
Look the moon is tilting back,
to catch a falling star!

Something’s flutt'ring up above
A bat as brown as mud.
Wow! Too close for comfort
I'm keeping all my blood!

Hey, look a shooting star up there
flying without sound
I wonder where it shot from
and where they hit the ground?

Can you see that moth there?
hovering by the light.
I wonder where he sleeps by day
He only flies at night.

Now come on stop that hiding,
darkness holds no fear.
Please don't try to scare me.
Ok, I'm outa here!

spring in england

Leaden lumps of rain pour down from a slate grey sky upon a lake of blackened water. On its surface dance a thousand diamond coronets. Here and there flashes of silver as fish leap, jump, and frolic in the rain.

A swan, head held high, swims serenely twixt reeds and lily pads, unconcerned, seemingly unaware of nature’s fury.
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A shaft of sunlight shoots between the clouds, which scatter, revealing a canvas of lightest purest blue. The trees, minutes ago sombre hunched and dour, salute the sun resplendent in their new coats of glistening glossy green.Bird song breaks the silence, and a fox ventures from its lair. A cloud of insects tumble in the air and a frantic dragonfly hovers, darts then hovers again.

listen here

rising

A shimmering sun was rising in the East.

A fluffy lamb tottered to its feet

then frolicked in the mist of a golden dawn

A lark ascended toward heaven

and a wisp of smoke from last night’s fire

drifted lazily into a pale blue sky.

Sap was rising in springs first shoots of green

as a waking child blinked at the early mornings light,

rubbed its eyes then rose from its bed.

All around the word was rising

to greet a brand new day.