A Leven Loch Dream

I sense a calling to the Highlands
The beckoning of a glen
A need to walk in heather
Once trod by fearless men
I dream of distant mountains
Where the golden eagle flies
In this dream I seek tranquility
And no other compromise
Until I sit beside a peaty stream
Hear the bracken sing its tune
To a wind that drifts the Northern cloud
And hides the Scottish moon
At Leven Loch I’ll bide awhile
Let the misty morn turn blue
Then awake this yearning Highland dream
And my calling will be true.

Ode To Springtime

Not one am I to wish this pleasing life away,
Or seek the seasons drift in haste,
But as I view this dank and drizzled place.
I pine for darling buds of May.

But soon no more do I dream a brighter day,
As I idle through this Winter scene,
For there I see a snowdrops silken face,
And long no more this seasons stray.

ESMERELLDA

MAID OF SWEET HEATHER PERFUMED HAIR,
 CAMP FIRE REFLECTIONS IN YOUR STARE,
PRANCING NEATH A SUMMERS HARVEST MOON ,
TO TAMBOURINES AND FIDDLERS TUNE,
YOUR FINERY OF CALICO AND SPIDER LACE,
INSTALLS IN ME A WARM EMBRACE,
WHY OH WHY YOUR GYPSY SPELL,
NOW IN YOUR HEART I CANNOT DWELL,
BAREFOOT ON DEWEY PASTURE GREEN,
DANCE ON FOR ME MY GYPSY QUEEN,
WHILST A THOUSAND STARS SHINE ON YOU,
PLEASE DANCE ON TILL MORNINGS DEW.
ALAS THE FIDDLERS TUNE IS SILENT NOW,
ONLY MISTY CAMP FIRE EMBERS GLOW,
THE TRACKS LEFT BY A TRAVELLERS VAN.
ONCE MORE I AM A LONESOME MAN.

PONY EXPRESS E-MAIL

WHAT IF E-MAIL CAME ON HORSE BACK JUST LIKE THE WILD WEST,
A MESSAGE SENT ON SUNDAY NIGHT YOU’D GET ON FRIDAY NEXT,
WHAT IF A HANDSOME COWBOY CAME CRASHING THROUGH YOUR SCREENS,
EACH TIME YOU PRESSED THE INBOX JOHN WAYNE DRESSED IN HIS JEANS

FLOWN THE NEST

Observing my cat (named Crouch)eying up small birds who have just flown the nest..

 FRAIL FLEDGLING BIRD THE NEST YOU HAVE FLOWN, THE WORLD IS NOW YOUR REALM,
 BEWARE OF CROUCH SLY TIGER CAT, PREY KEEP YOUR SMALL EYES TO THE HELM,
 HEED WELL SWEET MOTHERS LOVING CRY WHEN TRAGEDY DO LURK,
 ONE OBSERVENT LAPSE OF TIGER CROUCH AND THIS WORLD YOU WILL DESERT.

MY GRAPE PEELING DAYS ARE OVER

DO PEEL ME A GRAPE DEAREST ROBBY,
 PLEASE HURRY AND BE A GOOD CHUM
 THIS  SCIATICA ABOUT MY LOWER REGION
 IS MAKING ME FRIGHTFULLY GLUM,    ,
 YOUR GRAPE DAYS MY DEAR ARE OVER
 I SIMPLY REFUSE TO PEEL ANY MORE,
 ITS BACK TO THE KITCHEN DEAR MABEL 
 AND TO SCRUBBING THE BATHROOM FLOOR,
 NO MORE RESTING YOUR HEAD ON A PILLAR
 OR EATING YOUR BREAKFAST IN BED,
 THIS SYMPATHY’S FOR GENUINE CASES
 AND FOR THOSE WHO ARE NEARLY HALF DEAD

ALONE, OH NO NOT I

HOW OFT I TREAD THIS RUGGED WAY,
NEATH EVERY SEASONS WONDEROUS SKY,
ALONE,ALONE, OH NO NOT I,
FOR THERE AROUND EACH TWISTING BEND,
IN EACH AND EVERY STRIDE IS NATURES FRIEND

IN MY SELFISH TIME

A NORTH WIND BLEW THAT STIRRED THE SEA ACROSS MY SECRET BAY,
GREEN KELP DANCED LIKE MERMAIDS TAILS OTTERS WERE AT PLAY,
HUNGER CALLS FROM SEAGULLS FAINTLY ECHOED DISTANT IN THE SKY,
AND IN MY NEED TO BE ALONE I WISHED FOR NO ONE TO PASS BY,
WAS THEN THE FEEL OF GUILT CAME TO ME IN MY SELFISH TIME,
AND WISHED THAT I COULD SHARE WHAT I PERCEIVED,
THAT TRANQUILITY WAS SIMPLY MINE.

MATCHMAKERS ADVICE TO MISS ANNEBELL

MISS ANNEBELL NOLOVE DO REFRAIN FROM DESPAIR,
  YOU LOOK FRIGHTFULLY SAD AS YOU WEEP IN YOUR CHAIR,
  THERE IS ALWAYS FRED SIMPSON WHO LIVES AT FOURTEEN,
  PERHAPS NOT THE MOST HANDSOMIST THAT ONES EVER SEEN,
  BUT HE DRIVES A MERCEDES AND HAS FINE CURLY HAIR,
  AND HE OWNS THE PET SHOP DOWN AT LILYPOND SQUARE,
  THEY SAY HE WANTS SOMEONE TO TAKE TO THE SEA ,  
  PROVIDING HE’S BACK FOR A QUARTER TO THREE,
  TO ATTEND TO HIS GERBILS , RABBITS AND SNAKE, 
  ANNEBELL  GIVE FREDDY A RING THERE IS SO MUCH

A ROAD CALLED MALICE

VENGEANCE RIDES THE CRIPPLING ROAD,
AND DRINKS FROM HATREDS CHALICE,
THAT HOLDS THE WINE OF RETRIBUTE,
REVENGE,DESPISE AND MALICE.