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Dec 4th – Hard-work Dreams

It seems, in dreams,

there are many themes,

some of which are calm and pleasant;

but from time to time

within a dream I work so hard

it makes me want to scream.

A series of tasks, or maybe just one,

that are onerous ‘and’ difficult,

(never fun) I endure,

like Sisyphus, my work goes on and on,

until, only by waking, my never-ending work is done.

But, then, tired, I try to sleep once more,

and you can be sure,

that I return to the job in hand,

that I had recently left,

and continue working

hardly able to rest,

until, finally, I wake again,

and, faint with fatigue,

get up,

and get dressed.

Dec. 3rd – Crofts, Tofts, and the like

A Croft or a Toft,

when seen from aloft,

can often be mistaken

for a series of shapes and lines

(dating back to Mediaeval times);

those who know

are keen to show

what the aerial pictures mean;

with ridge and furrow,

from an ancient plough,

and a manor house

(that’s ‘not there now’)

dove cotes, and a pond beyond,

and all manner of by-gone things –

until soon enough we can almost understand,

how hard was the life upon the land.

Dec 2nd – Starting and Finishing Words

When, is the word

with which I started this poem;

there are many others that I use

in its construction,

some short, some considerably longer,

but, the word that I have chosen

to end this poem

is unknown.