The Peppermint MajorThe Peppermint MajorThe Peppermint Major by ~llij30
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,
Mustnt 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 he
Your CallYour CallYour Call by ~llij30
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?
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.The Lonesome Ant by ~llij30
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 watch
Go with the FlowThis age thing gets to me sometimes.Go with the Flow by ~llij30
There I am, back in childhood,
Memories as clear as spa water.
But can I find todays shopping list?
Can I string-bean.
There one minute, staring me in the crows 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 winds 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.
Cant afford Botox will mashed