A sheep’s lot

A sheep looking chilly
there in the field
caught my eye when just passing
in the Sussex Weald

Forlorn it stood pleading
with a look it its eye
“Could it come with me?”
as I wandered by

Alas though much as
jocund company it
would no doubt have given
me there in a bit

I had to say ‘no’
as it would not be right
for a sheep to come walking
with me in plain sight

So I bade it farewell
said it had to be patient
sheep are meant to be there
and not bee complacent

at least not enough to
when perchance I should come
to pass by its field
with some promise of fun

But I smiled as I said this
and gave it a wave
which I’m sure it acknowledged
with the look that it gave

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Equilibrium (aka ‘Face Planting’)

Past sixty equilibrium
Is not what it once was
As balance sometimes fails
When you’re standing still because
Just the other afternoon
I found myself laid flat
When toppling from a bicycle
I’d stopped on, that’s a fact
Yes, it was parked and stationary
When my leg I swung it over
But then my balance failed
And I face-planted the clover
No reason for this mishap
It was a really silly thing
And don’t I know it now
Because the grazes really sting
A lesson for us seniors
Don’t take cycling for granted
That way you will avoid the pain
Of roads you have face-planted

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

 

Who’s smirking?

So what did he do
on the beach when not working?
the question was asked
with appropriate smirking
Apt one would say
with no conviction of doubt
when all of the story of
the truth it gets out

For not very much would
sum most of it up
that and much beer
sipped oft from his cup
A looking of eye to
the sea view out there
with a nod to the gulls
who just didn’t care

A snooze in the sun
forty winks and some more
with no one around to
hear the loud snore
Then a walk on the shingle
to find a hagstone
which he’s put on display
when he got them home

Yes it’s true to say
that his time on the beach
is not a lesson the
virtuous teach
Yet for one of his age
(more than sixty years seen)
it’s what one would expect
if that beach you had seen

For it exudes a ‘something’
which encourages rest
and however you spend it
it’s always the best
So now, truth be told
on the beach when not working
he had the best time
so who’s the one smirking?

©Jemverse

Photo – Beach Green beach huts, Lancing, West Sussex, UK – Jempics

The Visitor II

We had a little visitor
who startled us last night
there behind the cupboard glass
perched and in plain sight
A little chap, brown and petite
his presence now declared
though how he found his way in there
was not something he shared

Suffice to say that Obi
our Jack Russell/Dachshund cross
was not exactly happy
at his being there because
he barked and barked and barked some more
with angry doggy words
“Get out of my house, you mouse
This really is absurd”

Later when we went to bed
we left the door ajar
hoping that the little chap
would leave and go afar
But this morning he’d decided
to find the waste bin in the hall
so he really hadn’t ventured
all that very far at all

As it happened though, convenient
for I took the bin and him
out the back into the garden
where I did some emptying
And as the contents scattered
on the ground out there I spied
the little chap escape and run
under the shed to hide

So the ending of this story is
I’m very pleased to say
a nice one as our visitor
following his stay
was able with a little help
to leave behind our house
for the continuing adventures of
a little brown house mouse

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

The piggies on the hill

The free range pigs
up on the hill
honk a bit
as pigs they will
Yet strangely
in a little bit
you’ll find that
you are used to it
Just as well
as past first stile
their habitat
goes on for miles
And all up hill
the odour’s there
of which you are
most well aware
But you’ll forgive
the piggy stink
as they are lovely
in the pink
So as you pass
you’ll wave and say
that you’ll be back
another day

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Bee

A bumble bee came buzzing
in my garden for a while
he buzzed around the laurel tree
and paused to bring a smile

So I caught his brown and yellow
fluffy body in a pic
pausing there just long enough
but I needed to be quick

Before be buzzed away elsewhere
doing bee-like stuff
Fine by me as just one bee
is one bee quite enough

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Little tree gone

We had a tree growing
out of the front wall
which I’m sorry to say had to go
For though it was fine
its roots had entwined
and had threatened the wall, don’t you know

So with a snip of my clippers
it was gone I’m afraid
though I captured it first with a snap
Now I’ll keep a brief
on the wall underneath
in case it decides to grow back

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Ditchling Down

Ditchling Down
the path so steep
and us all slippy-sliding
In squelchy mud
unbalanced from
the frigid winds all hiding

Ditchling Down
with Weald below
the distant view confiding
as we struggle
down the gradient
quite often all colliding

Ditching Down
the village there
sheltered and presiding
Each of us
a respite from
our finished walk providing

©Jemverse

Photo – Ditchling Down, Sussex – Jempics

Owning the cone

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
was feeling a bit glum
He had to wear the ‘cone of shame’
for stitches in his bum
It wasn’t very comfortable
and he wasn’t all that sure
why he was made to wear it
and what it all was for

So Wolfgang he decided
that he would own the cone
and wear it proudly everywhere
behaviour to condone
So he proudly posed for pictures
this memory to regale
in the continuing adventures
of a Sussex Patterdale

©Jemverse

Photo – Bezann Productions (aka Bezza Croucher)

Of pizzas and pubs

And so it is to Bradford
on another winter night
I find myself at Noble Comb
with time to sit and write
It’s fairly packed this evening
with families eating out
and workers sharing pints of beer
their voices raised to shout

The music on the stereo
is not my choice but still
the pizza that I ordered
will satisfy and fill
And the ginger beer was lovely
did its job and reached the spot
whilst I struggled there to finish
the food whilst it was hot

The noise it dissipated
by and by as people went
And me full and defeated
realised I was quite spent
So I finished off my beer
and headed back next door
to the hotel I was staying at
to fall asleep and snore

©Jemverse

Photo – the Noble Comb pub, Shipley (near Bradford), UK – Jempics

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