New poems 4: A journey of joy and reflection
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A Barn Owl
A Barn Owl lives close to my home
I see him flying frequently on his nightly roam
Out to catch his dinner of that I have no doubt
It’s his twice nightly vigil after lights out
His gaze is fixed steely as he’s flying around
On some sort of prey running around on the ground
Sometimes he is lucky sometimes he misses out
So he continues his search around and about
His little round face is such a joy to see
And each night he calls out come and see me
It’s as though he knows that I am looking out my window
So he flies around noisily puts on quite a show
Such a graceful little chap his eyes shine in the dark
His little round white face barely carries a mark
His wings flash so elegantly when he is flying around
And he is very careful rarely lands on the ground
Always alert to the dangers he may face
As he majestically flies all around my place
I built his a nesting box high up for him as a home
In an old Oak Tree that stands near to my solitary home
It makes me feel happy to know he has a friend
Who watches out for him and will till his end
As he flies off into the night on his search for a meal
My feeling of emotion are hard to conceal
I always worry that he may not return
But I know he is resilient he’s had to learn
What the dangers are when he is flying high on the wing
Out trying find a meal a Vole or Mouse or anything
His beady eyes shining out in the dark
As he flies around in the nearby park
His wingspan looks fantastic thirty seven inches from tip to tip
And his fierce claws built with a tight grip
Once he catches his prey they cannot escape his clutches
He generally catches most that he touches
By morning he has disappeared flown of for a rest
Back to his box I built for him settle and rest
I nice to have a friend like my little Barn Owl
I look forward to catching sight of him on his late nightly prowl.
As I Wander
As I wander through life’s highway
Oblivious to the dangers that prevail
Whatever the weather may throw at me
Wind Rain Snow or Hail
I wonder what is in store for me
As I wend my merry way
I truly wonder just what
The Lord has in store for me today
As the Sun’s rays gently brush my uncovered arms
And spread warmth across my face
My mind wanders to another world
A far off distant place
It’s amazing what thoughts do occur
The mind’s eye is a wonderful place to be
Because it lets you be anywhere at any time
See things you thought you would never see
The road you travel can be mysterious
So many wonderful sights for you and me
It’s as though we are outside this world
Looking in at so much to see
The path may narrow at some point
You may see things you do not want to witness
But we learn to take it all in our stride
We watch and wait to its final completeness
Our thoughts can occasionally play tricks on us
Which, makes this world of ours unique
We can see something we never actually saw
But we believe it nevertheless a form of our own critique
It’s like looking through life’s window
With the curtains opened wide
I cannot explain why this is so
But we all take a peek inside
Who knows what the future holds
None of us has a magic Crystal Ball
So let’s just be thankful for this world of ours
And enjoy its mysteries one and all
The legend of Bertie Bucket
This is the story of Bertie Bucket
A highway man of daring and some notoriety
Who plied his trade around Rye and Hawkhurst
In 1740 but he was not that good you see
He came from a long line of Buckets
There were ten of them in all
His parents were a steadfast couple who had ten children
Five brothers, four sisters and one I cannot recall
He started stealing from an early age
About ten or twelve I think
He stole the purse of a well know judge
Which created such a stink
He ran away to the town of Rye
Where he found work as a stable boy
And learned to ride a horse quite well
And to be a Highway man was the ploy
So in a few years, five or six or so
He started his life of criminality
With his trusty new steed Old Bess a big black mare
They became a team you see
He rode the trails from Rye to Dungeness
Robbing Travellers Coaches and the like
The problem was the authorities
Never could find out where he would strike
On one such daring escapade
Everything went wrong that could
Whilst pulling his pistol from out of his belt
It went off and Bess galloped off into the nearby wood
It only just missed from shooting his toe off
His boot was quite a mess
So off he went licking his wounds
In a state of great distress
A few days later he was back again
And tried to hold up a coach
But the coachman was not so easily scared
And Bertie was full of self reproach
But his luck ran out one fateful night
At the Tavern the old Mermaid Inn in Rye
He was captured by the local militia
He could not escape how hard he did try
He was up in court before the Judge
Whose purse he had stolen years before
So he was sentenced to Hang as soon as it could be arranged
But a gale force wind broke down the court door
He leapt from the dock and was out in a flash
Grabbed a nearby horse and galloped away with speed
Out into the darkness never to be seen again
So any would be Highwaymen take heed.
The Weir
Down the lane, not far from home
A place where many children roam
There is a house that stands alone
Built in wonderful Dorset stone
By the side a river runs by
Winding, flowing, water level quite high
A footpath winds along by its side
Although the river is quite wide
On a bend, next to the house, a weir
Gushes water, fairly near
To the footpath where the children walk
Sometimes forgetful as they talk
Little Jenny Mayweather, just our years old
Walking with her mum, wrapped up warm against the cold
Was skipping and dancing near the river behind a hedge
And approached the weir too near the edge
Tripped and fell over the side
Her Mum screaming realizing she may have died
Taken by the water, at this point, a gushing, raging pool
But just by chance Tommy Blenkinsopp , on his way home from school
Heard the screams and ran, hearing Jenny’s name
To the point from whence the sound came
Seeing the girl going under the water for the last time
Raced to the edge and dived straight in, double quick time
With no thought to his own safety at all
He went under the water, like a cannon ball
Hearing the screams further help came and found
Mum shouting, she’s in the water, my god she’s drowned
As onlookers waited with baited breath on the bank
May realising what had happened their hearts sank
But just then Tommy surfaced with little Jenny under his arm
As the police arrived, someone had raised the alarm
Though not moving, she was saved by Tommy’s selfless act
Lucky for Jenny, he was the first to react
As they were dragged from the weir everyone cheered
As Jenny opened her eyes coughing and spluttering
Tommy walked away under his breath just muttering
About how stupid it was to walk by the weir
That someone would fall in was people’s greatest fear
Jenny’s mum looked round to thank Tommy Blenkinsopp
But he had walked away down to the village shop
Where his mum and dad ran the store
And soaking wet walked through the door
His mum went mad, what have you done
Thinking he had got soaked out having fun
Just then P C Jones walked through the door
As his Mum and Dad gave him what for
NO, No said P C Jones, he saved the day
Lucky for little Jenny he had walked home that way
Everyone by now had reached the door
And little Jenny stood in the door
A big smile upon her face
And cheers rang out all over the place
A life was saved thanks to Tommy’s brave act
And Jenny’s mum was thankful that’s a fact
So now there’s a fence along the pathway
To stop anything like this happening another day
And Tommy and Jenny, well guess what happened in later years
They fell in love, were married, many of the guests in tears
Because they remembered the day that Jenny nearly drowned
And how lucky it was Tommy was around
They lived happy ever after and that’s a fact
Just shows what can happen if you react
Quickly to any given situation that may occur in your daily life
And forward thinking can stop any most situations of strife
And prevent accidents from happening, like the message this one is sending
So always keep this thought in mind, not always is there a happy ending