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The Peppermint MajorThe Peppermint Major

Sleepy-eyed sunbeams alight on the fell,
Dewdrops give spark to each heather-clad dell,
Purposeful wander, my path sure and true,
I make my way up to where he will be too.

Rounding the outcrop my senses are clear,
Mustn’t alarm him or cause him to fear,
And just like the last time and each time before,
Sight of his dignity fills me with awe.

On distant hilltop he stands quite alone,
Tugging the tussocks that no man has sown,
Sky-silhouetted, neck stooping to feed,
Gracefully grazing, magnificent steed.

Mankind-oblivious, heedless of me,
Slowly meandering there fetter-free,
A click of the tongue, his heThe Peppermint Major by ~llij30

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Your CallYour Call

Knee-length socks and tweedy slacks,
Bracing walks on leafy tracks,
Woolly jumpers warm and snug,
Homemade soup served in a mug,
Fruity cake and apple pies,
Baggy skirts to hide the thighs,
Stews and hotpots, wellie-boots,
Blackbirds squabble over fruits,
Time to knit a bobble hat,
Muddy dog prints on the mat,
Heaps of leaf mould rotting down,
Umpteen shades of red and brown,
Clothes hung out to dry in gales,
Christmas shopping at the sales;
Taste or texture, scent or hue -
What does autumn mean to you?Your Call by ~llij30

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The Lonesome Ant Once upon a time there was a little ant with big ideas. His name was Flipp. He had made his home up the sleeve of a man called Greenbeard - the man was called Greenbeard, not the sleeve.
Greenbeard had grass growing out of the arm of his jacket. This made it into a very comfortable home for Flipp. He fed himself by nibbling the grass. He swam in the droplets of water that collected there, and he slept safe and sound in amongst the grass roots.
Greenbeard worked in a cinema in a small town, where he swept the floor during the mornings, sold tickets during the afternoons, and sold ice creams to the people watchThe Lonesome Ant by ~llij30

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Go with the FlowThis age thing gets to me sometimes.
There I am, back in childhood,
Memories as clear as spa water.
But can I find today’s shopping list?
Can I string-bean.
There one minute, staring me in the crow’s feet,
Next minute gone,
Vanished from the Vaselined lens of life.

And my joints feel creaky today.
Time for a dollop of cod liver oil.
I could polish the parquet with hands this rough.
Where are those rubber gloves?
That wind’s a bit nippy.
Do charity shops sell flat caps?
James Last? Mmm, quite tuneful, really.
Where is Radio Two on the dial?
Oh dear, another wrinkle.
Can’t afford Botox – will mashed Go with the Flow by ~llij30

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Jill Martin
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Hello!

by ~llij30, Oct 16, 2008, 2:16:31 PM
Journals / Personal

Welcome to my first tentative venture into the world of cyberspace!
With thanks to *Caelitha for all the necessary information. I have been writing for about 8 years now, and I love to play with language. I belong to Chapeltown Writers in Sheffield, England, where we write short stories, poems and plays.

Published Work:

Six Weeks Lucky is a biography about a wartime refugee from Hitler's Germany.

Eric and Thickpea</i> is a children's novel about a boy and his friends on the streets of London, and was illustrated by my daughter, *Caelitha.

Poems & eBooks:
All available from Smashwords to download as ebooks, and can be read on your computer or through the iPhone/iTouch application Stanza.