Plantlife

Inspired by seeing dead grasses lit by a torch against a dark sky, this is Plantlife....

Night Owl

The Night Owl skims silently through the twilight hills, on the look out for its supper...

SPRING!

 

The first flowers of Spring are bright against the blue sky ...

Gothic Rose

Even in the darkest, thorniest places you can find beauty. Embracing patterns and my inner Goth, this works well on dark as well as light backgrounds...

Sit Me on a Sand Dune

Sit me on a sand dune, looking out over the sea.

Sit me in a forest, 'neath a sunshine dappled tree.

Sit me somewhere where my mind can wander and be free

And I'll be happy.

Stand me on a mountain as the sun begins to rise.

Stand me in the moorland where the lonely eagle flies.

Stand me where the beauty of the world can fill my eyes

And I'll be happy.

Lie me in a cornfield looking up at skies of blue.

Lie me in the park among the early morning dew.

Lie me anywhere, as long as I am there with you

And I'll be happy.

The Christmas Robin

‘Twas cold the night of first Noel.  The fire was barely going
As Mary asked her stable mates to keep the embers glowing.
The ox and ass were both asleep and did not hear her plea
But someone did.  A little bird came fluttering down to see.
He flapped his wings and fanned the flames ‘til fire was burning bright, 

No matter though his chest got burned hot scarlet in his flight.
For helping warm the Jesus child that bird by God was blessed,
And that is how the robin got the red upon his breast.

Arachnophobia

'Arry's an arachnid -

“spider” to you and me.

He has eight legs, lives in a web

and catches flies for tea.

Some people don't like 'Arry.

They think he's very scary

with eyes and fangs and long long legs

That really are quite hairy!

When they find 'Arry in the bath

or in the sink, quite smug,

They quickly turn the tap on

and wash him down the plug!

But 'Arry's really harmless.

I promise you it's true

That when you scream at 'Arry

He's more afraid of you!

So next time you meet 'Arry

Don't screech and flap about -

just scoop him up into a jar

and gently put him out.

With Apologies to Mr Burns

Wee sleekit, loupin' scuttlin' moosie

Fit are ye deein' in my hoosie?

Rinnin' up and doon the flair,

Ahint the table, 'neath the stair.

Foo did ye get in come tae that?

Or were ye ta'en in by the cat?

There's ae thing sure though. There's nae doobt,

Ma wee moose pal, ye're gaun back oot!

So jist ye bide and dinnae move

Until I get the box and glove

(For I've been bitten ance afore

Tryin' tae get mice oot the door.)

I chased ye roon and roon the place

Til I am purple in the face

An' sweering like a Glesga scaffie

Because ye ran intae ma baffies!

But noo I hae ye in the box

And ta'en ye ootside (in ma socks!)

I'll say “fare weel, wee sleekit moose

And bide awa' fae oor big puss!”