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Bee Orft!!!

I know the gorse is blooming
I can see it from my seat
But there is nothing flowering
Round about my feet

Now you can not get nectar
From my boots you know
So fly off into the garden
Or to the forest go

You are back again I see
Whilst I am gardening here
It’s no good you just hovering
And beating your small wings

Go visit other violets
There’s lots of them about
You do not have to buzz about
Where I’m working now

Right now just you look here mush
Hovering six inches from my face
Is not the best thing you can do
It’s not the safest place

Ok I get the message
I’ll go to another patch
Then you can hover here
What do you think of that

Oh it’s not my gardening
That’s got you all a dither
It is my flowery garden hat
That makes you buzz and quiver

(c) C.A.Bosc

American Poppy

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I am not a British soldier
American am I
I fought for right and justice
I did not want to die

Wars are not for winning
Men can only lose
Fighting wars solves nothing
Just gives us the blues

We fought and won the battle
But here I now must lie
Side by side with comrades
Beneath a foreign sky

Weep not for me my loved ones
Be proud of what I’ve done
Just make to me this promise
Then my battles won

Scatter seeds of poppies in fields of golden corn
Then I shall be remembered whenever they may bloom
I would not shirk my duty I must make that plain
For my people and my homeland I would die again

© Michael Douglas Bosc

Oh Oh The Rain

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Oh oh the rain is here again I ache when it’s around
Nights spent listening to its gentle fall
Or hammering pounding on roof as if from Thor
Watering plants who drink their fill
Puddles left where you walk making for new paths
Oh oh the rain.

In valleys mist shrouds all
Landscape looks like a foreign country
Scenes change as clouds drift
Rivers swell and swiftly flow past field and village
Cliffs become unstable landslides occur
Oh oh the rain

In a land where the sun always shines
Rain is welcomed a gentle cooling relief from the heat
But it continues reservoirs once empty fill
Dry rivers slowly start to fill
The dams are full some overspill
Oh oh the rain

But look around at what you see
Trees in fruit or flower be
Fields of flowers colours spread
The bees their yellow pollen bags full
As home to make their honey flew
Oh oh the rain

No ark is needed here today
Toads and frogs come out to play
Olives trees turning cream as of their oil we dream
The almond trees are bearing nuts
Rain at night sun by day this is just the perfect way
For rain oh rain to come our way

©Michael Douglas Bosc

 

In The Olive Garden

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Sitting in the morning sun
After rain is so much fun
But still there is much to be done
In the Olive Garden

The weeds are high after the rain
Wild flowers in swathes of colour maintain
The feeling of the wild again
In the Olive Garden

Strawberries fruiting in their patch
White flowers red fruit oh what a match
Their green leaves spreading all around
In the Olive Garden

Wild grape hyacinths with heads of blue
Their subtle perfume of memories make
Of walks beside ponds and lakes
In the Olive Garden

Iris heads peep out from leaves of green
Like prema donnas they wait to be seen
Beneath the tree that is their home
In the Olive Garden

Bees around the freesias play
Buzzing to and fro all day
Whilst freesia perfume drifts with the breeze
In the Olive Garden

I’ve weeded this I’ve weeded that
I’ve worked all day and that is that
I’ll sip my tea and relax here
In the Olive Garden

Oh dear oh dear I spoke too soon
It’s been raining all afternoon
There’ll be more weeds more work to do
In the Olive Garden