the voice of the county

~

the voice of the county  (  s o m e  o ‘  t h a t  –  y ‘  t w a t  )




bakewell tarts & cable cars

corrugated stable barns

field shelters - hills with farms

sheep & ghosts

fleecy yarns


soothing bowels & wershrew howls

dark satanic old mill towns

thermos flasks - tawny owls

bubble bath

snazzy towels


much ado at bussy queues

polished shoes & muddy boots

some dog shit - john is blue

hoppy ales

blurry hues


drystone walls & sore eyed highs

salt earth, landlocked mackrel skies

o.s maps - wheres & whys

je suis x

so say i

...










































 

ropy oak tree poetry

~

ropy oak tree poetry  (  s o m e  r o p y  v e r s e  )





ropy oak tree poetry

the stuff all's heard before

its leaves are just like similes

its acorns - metaphors


in some ways we're all oak trees

with those seasons we grow

yeah then there's roots - of course green shoots

plus stormy winds can blow


ropy oak tree poetry

i'm strangely drawn to you

magnetically with extra weird

oh what else can i do?


but pen a little plod to thee

a piddle on me pad

it's ropy oak tree poetry

then somehow i feel glad

...