IN MY BACK GARDEN DURING LAST WINTER

 

In my back garden during last Winter

I saw the strangest of things

The fattest Robin I’ve ever seen

It was like a cricket ball with wings

GOD CREATED THE PILOT WHALE

 

God created the Pilot Whale,

Contrary to heretical theories,

And it was so well received

God went on to make a series

NATURE IS A REALLY WONDERFUL THING

 

Nature is a really wonderful thing

But I particularly like Hummingbirds

And there is a reason why they hum

It’s because they don’t know the words

WHEN I FIRST SAW THE BLUE PLANET

 

When I first saw the Blue Planet

Being advertised on widely on TV

I have to confess that nature wasn’t

The first thought that came to me

MY SISTER SAYS THEY ARE BOTHERED BY A RACCOON

 

My sister says they are bothered by a Raccoon

Who boldly take things off their veranda

It’s very brazen, and is one of nature’s scroungers  

Although she calls it their garbage Panda

SHE WAS A REAL NATURE GIRL

 

She was a real nature girl

Dancing happily in the meadows

Like a flitting summer sprite

With no thought of cares and woes

As she frolic’s like a lamb all day

Till the lengthening of the shadows

THE WOODPECKER LOST HIS BEAK

The Woodpecker lost his beak

As a result he was full of anger

He had lost his reason for being

And turned into a head banger 

THERE IS AN OWL OF LOW MORALS

 

There is an Owl of low morals

That frequents our park

And subsequently it doesn’t

Give a hoot after dark

WE USED TO HAVE AN OWL

 

We used to have an Owl

He was really cute

But he had low self esteem

So didn’t give a hoot

ILLUMINATED SUNSET CLOUDS

 

Illuminated sunset clouds, lit

Like smoke in a funeral pyre

In red and orange shades

As the sky burns with fire

I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH HEDGEHOGS

 

I have a problem with Hedgehogs

I know it’s a strange thing to allege

I just find it hard to understand

Why can’t they just share the hedge?

DREDGING IS NO SILVER BULLET

Dredging is no silver bullet

Is the word coming from their ranks

But at least it would be something

To prevent rivers bursting their banks

While the environment agency

Just blindly keep on firing blanks 

IN THE TEETH OF A GALE

 

As the savage seas

Pounded the stricken ship

Helpless onlookers watched

From the lonely beach

As nature won out

Ropes attached to Rockets

Were shot from the cliff top

But in the howling gale

Each fell short

VOLCANOES ARE TERRIFYING

 

Volcanoes are terrifying

Just the thought of them is frightful

But pyroclastic eruptions

That’s just Nature at its most spiteful

HOW SINGS THE SAVAGE BEAST

 

How Sings the savage beast

With a heart full of misery

When held within the narrow

Bounds of his captivity

 

How Sings the savage beast

With a heart full of joy

When his confines evaporate

And he is as free as a boy

BECALMED

 

We sat becalmed on the cold ocean

I wished to see the waters move

But they remained mirror flat

Still as a silent thought

Lost in the absent echo

As we remained motionless

Beneath a relentless sun

THE DAWN OF DREAMS

 

Heralding the dawn,

The first fingers of light

Steal in through the glass

Penetrating the gloom

Waking me from my slumber

And stirring me from my dreams

Which but a moment ago

Were vividly real and tangible

Yet now are only half remembered things

Drifting away like mist on the breeze

TAKEN AT THE FLOOD

 

As I stand by the placid waters

Watching as the evening sky glows

I ask myself the question

Why didn't Noah kill the two mosquitoes?

WHO KILLED COCK ROBIN?

 

“Who killed Cock Robin?”

 “I,” said the Sparrow,

“With my bow and arrow,

I killed Cock Robin.”

 

“Who killed the sparrows?”

 “We,” said the Humans,

“Without many deftly hands,

We killed the sparrows.”

 

“Why kill the sparrows?”

“Because they are so small,

And don’t matter at all,

That’s why we kill the sparrows.”

 

“Who killed the humans?”

“Mother nature did the act,

For man’s breach of contract,

Mother nature had to act”

SMOOTH SOFT STONES

Smooth soft stones

Picked from the beach

Rounded and smooth

To the touch

Opened a floodgate

In my mind

As distant memories

Rushed in

Of a different time and place

A simpler time

And way of life

When hours could be spent

In the innocent pursuit

Of ducks and drakes