'West Country Memories' Haiku-Ish. Poem by Res John Burman

'West Country Memories' Haiku-Ish.



New born foal - too weak
And tall to suckle with ease
Bonds with my sweater
 
Newly born goat kids
Agility in goatskin
Running the ridgepole
 
Goats up in a tree
View pedestrians with scorn
'We don't graze, we browse! '
 
Cold frosty morning
Breath hangs like smoke on the air
Mucking out calf pens

My cottage lay
In the shadow of Carn Brae
Last hill in England
 
The bus drivers knew
My bus stop….the third gorse bush
After Henwood's haystack
 
Dead fox hill
So steep, so straight, so fast
Reynard's bane
 
Two dogs… five fields over
Waiting for the school bus
My boy's welcome home
 
The flooded clay-pit
Where the post-man drowned himself
Our summer playground
 
Our horizon was dark
Until distant St Buryan
Got it's first street light
 
Six miles from the sea
But when the Sou-Westerlies blew
Salt on our lips and windows

The weeping willow
Trailing it's many fingers
In the passing stream
 
Headache?
Chew some willow bark
Natures aspirin

Lobo, good boy's dog
Towing my son up and down
The flooded clay-pit
 
Lobo, water dog
Only her head showing
Surrounded by shiver ripples

Happiness for a boy
His very own dog
And a litter of puppies

We had a great zip line
Something for the kids to play on
Health and Safety… moi?
 
By January
Even a flooded hoof print
Would be full of frog spawn
 
There were wild orchids
Growing in the summer grass
Protecting thousands of tiny frogs
 
Guy Fawks night bonfires
A years brush-wood up in smoke
The guy, a witch, a dragon, a masterpiece

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* Sunprincess * 13 August 2015

........memories are most interesting...great write ★

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London, Middlesex, England
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