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The Dandelion and the lonely Mouse

One fine day,

towards the end of May,

Mouse was just wandering lonely,

‘like a cloud’ thought Mouse,

when all at once she spied

a Dandelion.

‘When is a lion

not a lion?’ asked Mouse,

of no-one in particular.

‘When it is a Dandelion.’

came a voice from above.

‘What is a ‘Dandelion?’

asked Mouse, ‘if it pleases you to tell me’ –

for Mouse was a very polite mouse.

‘I, am a dandelion.’ said the voice.

‘As any young mouse should know.’

Mouse looked up at the golden flower,

marvelling at the beauty.

‘I’m sorry,’ said Mouse, ‘but I never went to Mouse School, and so I don’t know many things.’

‘Ah!’ said the Dandelion, ‘I never went to school, either; but, I talk to all the creatures

that pass by, and learn about the wide world from them.’

‘I don’t know any creatures, and nobody ever talks to me.’ said Mouse sadly – a tear in her eye..

‘I am talking to you’, said the Dandelion, ‘and I can be your friend. I will tell you of all the things that I have been told.’

Mouse looked up at Dandelion, with a different tear in her eye. ‘Could you? Would you? That would be so nice of you.’

Dandelion looked fondly at the Mouse, ‘I am only here for a short time – much shorter than your time will be – so I shall firstly tell you the names of all the birds and other creatures of flight, the insects, flowers, and the growing things that are nearby, then you can say hello to them by their names, and they will also talk to you.’

‘Thank you.’ said Mouse.

And the lesson began.

The Bee and the Flower (revisited)

The Bee sat upon the Flower

for just under an hour,

which was longer than usual, by far;

The Bee sang a song,

the Flower sang along,

(she joined in the chorus, ‘La la!’)

.

When the Bee flew away,

it was a much duller day,

thought the Flower, with a sigh and a tear;

‘but Bees must buzz on,

and the memory’s not gone’,

thought the Flower,

‘and the song was so lovely to hear.’

.

Then she sang the chorus

of that song once again,

much quieter than before,

and she sang it to all those that passed

in the Sun and the rain,

it could softly be heard

all day long, until night fell at last. 

‘La la,

la la,

la la…’

Let the Dandelions grow

Let the dandelions grow,

and let their seeds fly

wherever they wish to go;

and let the dandelions flourish,

nourish the tiny critters

that pop by to say ‘Hello!’.

Please, let the dandelions grow.

Butterfly flying by

I saw a butterfly flying by;

flying by without a care;

flying by to I don’t know where –

I looked again,

he wasn’t there.

The Day After Autumn Arrives

“Leaves! Leaves! Leaves!

No one believes

the amount of leaves

that will fledge from the trees;

and fall upon my garden.”

.

“Pardon?”

.

“Oh, nothing – it’s just work for me to do.”

.

“Would you rather they did levitate?”

.

“No … probably not.”

.

“Good. Now just get on with your task –

it’s all I ask.”

.

“Thanks, G! Perhaps you could lend a hand?”

.

“Okay.”

.

.

And the winds did blow

And the leaves did fall

And so I chased after them –

And G looked down

smiled

and had a ball.

Whilst leaning against a 7-bar gate

I look over

(for I am tall enough)

the gate,

and see what there is beyond:

fields, distant woods, lone trees,

cloud-occluded skies;

a part of South East Cornwall

that has melded with my heart;

I am happy to have come here;

and I love the silent Sun

that beams down upon

these little acres.

“We’re keeping the weeds to feed the bees.”

Lawnmower at the ready:

stood down;

shears and trimming tools:

returned to their racks;

plans to clear a path:

put on hold.

“We’re keeping the weeds

to feed the bees.”

Looking Out

Looking out

across the fields

from the viewpoint

of a 5-bar gate,

I wish that I was

able to graze the meadows,

rather than merely gaze at them.

Blurry Little Robin

Blurry Little Robin

Blurry little robin

sat on a branch;

I took a picture of him –

and it was definitely him who was blurry,

and not my picture.

A Crow Flow

A crow flow

A crow

flow

across the sky;

well, I have to be truthful,

the crow, he flew,,,

as did I.