#Writephoto #poised
Salford 6th September 2019
Perhaps it wasn’t such a great idea
Over your feet you fell
In pursuit of the
Scaly creature hiding in the cave
Everyone said it would catch you before it
Doyouthinkhesaurus ? most definately
a late night poem, rewritten from my notebooks – enjoy.
In cold damp and dark
out in the park
a small brown toadstool
sits hiding in the grass
shy and retiring
not best in its class
sheltered by reeds, in the wind and rain
camouflauged by the grass
drinking slowly from the drain
a poem in response to the prompt
Quite a trick you managed there
disappearing into fresh air
where you’ve gone – I haven’t a clue
but I know exactly what to do
even though you’ve gone – with out a trace
I know what will make you return to place
I’m off to make your favourite pie
and back to the house – soon you will fly.
An Allpoetry piece by yours truly – about little green men from mars (sic)
He had a bumpy landing,
from his journey from far off earth
but once he’d picked up rays from the sun
he was off for all he was worth
He collected samples for a week
the humans – on earth – sent him to seek
up and down this planet of red
till he powered down and went to bed.
And when he woke up
Imagine the surprise
Greeted by little men from mars
when he did rise
“You found us!” said a little furry creature in Green
“We’re such great hiders – we’ve never been seen”
So then it was his turn – and his wheels they did run
(after he’d charged up his batteries in the sun)
So, Dear scientists don’t worry today
his batteries aren’t broken – he’s gone off to play
with his new friends the Martians – he’s been there for weeks
finding new places – to play “Hide and Seek”
