Haunted

It is dark and I’m full of fear

Hold me close, hold me dear

I feel the cold right to the bone

And are we sure we are not alone

And now I think, why are we here

My memory is not so clear

The signs we see have only led…

Me to think perhaps that we are dead

Easter Bunny

(for the Poetry Challenge on Poet’s Corner)

 

 

I’ve a little poem that’s a little funny

A little story about the Easter Bunny

He thought this year he’d make a change

And expand upon his usual range

He thought of different types of choc

To create a joke and a bit of a mock

Orangey carrot and several vegetable greens

Replaced the traditional caramel creams

But no-one was keen on their new Easter Eggs

So he had to run away on his wee little legs.

 

©Wendy Strohm 2013

Heirlooms

My baby book and first curly lock

Granddad’s noisy mantelpiece clock

Great Granny Sarah’s engagement ring

The old chopping board – a decorative thing

engagement ring – a place to sit and look

At Wonderland Alice – an old battered book

Owl

Photo from Facebook

All is still and all is white

Calm reigns in this morning light

The weather turned and is so cold

I’m tired too if truth be told.

A sudden flurry of the thickest snow

I thought I’d rest as not far to go

I sheltered here in this lonely tree

Hidden away so you would not see.

Fat Squirrel

 

Hey fat squirrel – can’t believe what I’ve seen

You’re eating things you should not have been

The fat balls within their cage so tight

You tugged and tugged with all of your might

Homeless

I pass you lonely on the street

And I wonder whether you’ve enough to eat

I expect you’re cold, unhappy too

And I notice no-one looks at you

I think about how you ended up here

In a position where there’s much to fear

I see behind the dirt and grime

Frosty Morn

(Photo courtesy of the talented Tessa Herring who sees beauty in so much and unwittingly inspires others)

White ice encrusting evergreen leaves
Defining branches of lonely bare trees
All is beautiful on this frosty morn
I cannot help feeling glad to be born.

December

Well what a month, busy for sure –
Buying the presents, the food and more.
I’ve cleaned the house and made the beds
And decked the tree with balls of red.

The cards were sent in the very last post
Maybe this year I’ve sent the most?
The gifts are wrapped, although I confess
Rather hurried so a bit of a mess!

Frost

(for Jane and Tessa too)

The sun is coming to burn off the frost
And all this prettiness will then be lost
But I hear we have a real cold snap
To make your toes curl and your hands clap
Tomorrow may bring more cold and ice
And all will be white, lacy and nice!

©Wendy Strohm 2012,

Bear

Posted by Wendy

 

I saw a boy with blond curly hair
I thought that’s Oliver over there
Then he turned around with a small smile
It was not you – not by a mile.
He seemed to be a little shy
And he had a brother standing by

Walk with me

Walk with me now towards the farm

And hold my hand in case of harm

I’ll lift you here over this stile

And in this field we’ll stay a while.

The cowslips nod their heavy heads

Waving within their weedy beds

And if you look closely here is more

Look over there down by the floor.

Beacon Bright

Beacon there, beacon bright

Shining steadily through the night

Keeping the shoreline for the boat

Out at sea, boats out afloat.

Making sure of no bumps or knocks

No disasters on the craggy rocks

A Walk in the Woods

(for a little girl who not only believes in fairies but has seen one too!)

Come for a walk in the woods with me

See what we find under the old oak tree

There are fairies here so I am told

Let’s wait and see what may unfold

Hush dear one and try to be still

If we’re quiet we might and if lucky we will