Muddy Footprints

Acrostic, Colours, Poetry

#CYW #Brown #Wet #Mud #Footprints #Camping

Footprints on wet mud

Camping out in the wilds, has its disadvantages

As the weather can be particularly nasty

Making your way across the field to the washroom as

Persistant little raindrops land on your head

If you gave it some thought – you would have moved the tent

Now everyone will know who disturbed their sleep – as you’re

Going to leave a trail – right up to your tent!

Wabbit

Poetry

#promptuarium #rabbit

At the bottom of the field , there’s a rabbit

Who’s height nearly blocks out the sun

His shadow covers most of the vegetable patch

And to the farmer that isn’t much fun

But he’s tricky this tall furry rabbit

Can’t be shot at and turned into chops

For as soon as the workers can see him

Down a big hole he just pops

And chasing him round fields are a no no

As between them there’s nowt but a mess

More than crop circles created

The locals are somewhat impressed

So instead, hes hived off some patches

For this rabbit to do what he please

In the hope he keeps off the carrots

And dines out on lettuce and peas

Cricket

Poetry, Sport

Sunday 6th August 2017

Salford Via Old Trafford Cricket Ground, Manchester

wicket.jpg

(a tale of a cricket match…by inky)

A summers day
a Pavilion tea
watching the locals
its 100 for 3

The bowler holds the ball
of cork in his hand
Field placement set –
his tactics all planned

And Batsman on Green
waits for ball to be bowled
part of this game
thats ages old

No test match stars here
there up the Manc Road
but crowd is excited
as action explodes

Bowler Takes run up
from village hall clock
Batsman Prepared
solid as a rock

Ball hits the ground,
and it bounces in the air
Batsman clips ball
to the boundary, square

And Wicketkeeper yells
as fielders in a fix
trying to stop the cork ball
scoring a six

But , Alas ball descends
to the boundary , flat
and the sound of the “Third Man”
who shouts out “OWZAT!!!”

Cornflower

Colours, Flowers, Pleasures, Poetry

#Coloryourworld #cyw #cornflower #blue

Captured by the artist, a field of wildflowers

Others might call it – a sea of blue

Round trees, and grass I see you

Navigating your path through the grass, helped by the breeze

Forming a trail, you and your kin, around the cows

Lovely flower, with spiky petals

Over the green fields you grow – a butterfly’s dream

When seen , its difficult to predict or

Expect what will happen to you, are you off on a journey or will you

Rest in the basket of a passing visitor

 

Turquoise Blue

Acrostic, Colours, Nature, Poetry

turquoise

A tale of a turquoise butterfly

To some , who watch you

under a binoculars lenses – your winged colours

reflect a wonderful green-blue iridescence

quite breath-taking at both day and night

usually the watcher would spend an age in their hide

only coming out to grab an

instant photograph on their camera

something to show the folks back home

evidence of what they were waiting an age in that field for