Some more of my poetry

Less personal verses

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Our church is new and sprang up on the green,
Within a day or two, almost unseen.
The old church, built of stone in ages long,
Too small to house the growing parish throng,
Has a new sibling, built of iron and wood
Upon the green, where once a pigsty stood.

Our parson, Father Pugh's a sleepy chap
And known to use his namesake for a nap.
One Sunday Parson Pugh slept long and late
His congregation sang a hymn and didn't wait.
The parson, having lost his congregation,
Awoke to find his church just full of corrugation.

 

I have an image to go with this but I'm stuggling to add it. It used to be much easier...

 

Spring

Spring has definitely sprung, and it amazes me every year how quickly the bare branches turn into leafy trees - so I wrote a poem!

Autumn Leaves

How far away the warm sun seems How distant now the dappled leafy shade

Clouds

A silly little poem about clouds - but probably the one I'll be remembered for!

The Handfasting

A pagan wedding

Harvest

Reflections on changing times

The Buddha of Pizza

Enter pizza shop and bow I am here and I am now And to you I joyful sing Make me one with everything!
Cherry

Hayfever

While I love to see Mother Nature emerging from her slumber again, it's not without its problems for some of us. Read this without singing it - I dare you ;o)