The Old Burrow
Snippets
The Wayfarers wait
At the edge of wandering,
Content and laden
With Untold tales
The wayfarer’s wait.
Here at the edge,
Quiet shadows glide,
A seamless change of set
We are both the actors,
and the audience
Enjoy the show.
BEAR MY SOUL
In all the world
I love our solitude the best
the deep warm dark
of this long forgotten
brings my heart to its resting place
and you bear
and all the world
'is' my soul
Here are just a few snippets - I will add more as Time permits but he's hard to get hold of these days.
The Kings beard
The king stood tall amidst his beard
A hundred feet or so,
And though his toes were out of sight
A walking he would go
More clumbsy than a Troll in winter
And twice as blind at that,
He tripped o’er turrets and trees and houses
And nearly squashed a cat
‘Father’ I said ‘you must take care
The kingdom is under threat,
Your big ears are blocking out the sun
And you’re front page of the gazette’
‘Surely not he boomed and hollered
Its only a little stroll,
It’s not my fault my legs are long
My mother was a Troll
‘It’s true’ I said ‘grandma was indeed
Very very huge,
But to call her a Troll, well don’t you think
That might be a little rude?’
‘Well it must be my old Papa’ he slurred
As his beard tangled in his toes
‘His pipe was as big as a chimney pot
And so was his bloody nose’
‘Nonsense!’ I shouted, 'you're drunk’ I said
‘Stop being such an arse
You've been eating too much chocolate cake
And drunken ale by the cask’
‘Belch’ the King replied
And his cheeks turned rather red
Then I took my Fathers hand
And I marched him off to bed.
Pic coming soon :)
The Blackbird King
Blackbird at dawn
Crown of the morn
Still starlit eyes
Sing forth the day