SPRING WATCH

SPRING WATCH

I have just spent the last two hours looking up a duck bum

Wasn’t until the duck sprung a dozen kids did it get any fun

The Owl is the same asleep on the job because it was the day

Action - I would have had to stayed up all night making hay

The wrens were a lot far more chirpier while waiting to be fed

Whilst taking it in turns to sit on their little sis or bro’s head

The Gold crests are bigger it’s amazing they don’t all fall out

All mouths open - feed me - feed me - feed me - their shout

While the babbling brook is looking all very nice and serene

The mass fledging’s flight across it makes for a quite a scene

The March tits have got it posh - a hollow tree for their nest

There was so much else to see but I never got to see the rest

Badgers - foxes vermin to others I hear but now loved by me

We learn a lot from nature if we watch while letting them be

Here’s to the bloody cameras that give us Spring Watch 24/7

More so too to the nature lovers who are now in 7th heaven

Not too sure on the night shifter who comes home to the sun

Switching on the TV to a few hours of looking up a ducks bum

Indiana Shaw . . . ; )

STANDING AT THE CROSS ROAD TO HELL

STANDING AT THE CROSS ROAD TO HELL

Standing at the cross road when I saw a sign post pointing to Hell

When cursorily befell me and with an interest I so needed to quell

Looking over my shoulder to see if anyone just may be looking on

With the coast clear until up the road without hesitation I was gone

All seemed normal as farmers in their fields went on with their toil

As they churned over the dry land with horses to gain new fresh soil

No darken woods - Grim Reaper with his scythe or beady eyed crows

Leaving me thoughtful as just too where this long winding road goes

Bird’s ducking and diving within the hedgerows while chirping along

Feeling safe in my solitude croaked out in a broken voice - a song

Amazing Grace - how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost, but now am found

Was blind but now I see

Through many dangers, toils, and snares

I have already come

'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far

And grace will lead me home

When we've been there ten thousand years

Bright, shining as the sun

We've no less days to sing God's praise

Than when we first begun

Amazing Grace - how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost, but now am found

Was blind but now I see

Was blind but now I see

I sang myself joyfully up that winding road and then up beyond

And fearing not should Hell and its Satan demon would respond

Until I reached its highest peak - settled to gain my well-earned rest

And to a realisation that the road to Hell was none other than a test

In my own curious deliberation of querying of just what Hell was all about

I had walked the path of righteous that in the end gave me more to shout

I once was lost - but now am found - was blind but now can see

I went fearing nothing and just how that road to Hell set me free

Indiana Shaw . . .