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An Ode to Clearing in the Forest by Jason D’ebre

In days of old when knights were bold
and daring do was fun
When good fought bad and heroes usually won 
Then songs of valor through halls would ring
Telling of great deeds and other things

A time when England was fighting France
King John was breathing out his last
Battles were raging things looked grim
John was not a kindly King
Would Philip of France and Odo win

Into this three children came
Ella, John and Geoff their names
Things were scary it’s not a game
With witches, magic and daring do
They fight for survival and England too

Whether they won or lost I will not tell
But because of them England survived
How they faired I cannot tell you have to read the story

Read it to the final page to
Find the spell which still stands
Has saved England from many lands
Because of magic and some tiny hands

(c) C A Bosc

With kind permission of Jason D’ebre

Happy Chainsaw Day

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I’m a happy chappy playing with my toys
Chopping off the branches making lots of noise
But I’m being careful as you all can see
Playing in the garden my chainsaw and me

I often play with ladders climbing to the top
I climbed up this blue ladder for the tree to lop
All the upward branches have to come down you see
Then we can pick the olives from lower growth he he

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When I’ve finished cutting there’s a lot of stuff about
But its a happy chappy who is climbing out
Of branches lying on the ground where they’ve just been cut
Now I have to clear it up before I cut more stuff

When the tree is finished it will look quite bare
Till spring comes a calling and green shoots it bears
Then it should show its flowers and turn a creamy green
And then in the autumn olives should be seen

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Its looking pretty stumpy now but that will not last long
The birds are getting rather cross their insect boughs are gone
But soon it will start to grow again and then whoopy my friends
I can get my chainsaw out and we will start again

(C)  C A 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

Sitting In The Garden

I was thinking of a summers day
Sniffing the air smelling new mown hay
Late in the afternoon on a summers day
Sitting in the garden

Sitting in the garden in the evening shade
Looking at the flowers nodding in the late sun
Sunhat shading my old eyes now my work is done
Still sitting in the garden

Sitting in the garden drinking a cup of tea
Watching my little bonfire just the dog and me
Soon be time for walkies for my dog and me
Sitting in the garden

Sitting in the garden making the most of the sun
Just lazing here and resting this is so much fun
But come tomorrow it will be gone back will come the rain
No sitting in the garden wont get wet again

(c) Michael Bosc

Political Feathers

My name is Boris Blackbird London is my home
I have a brother Kenneth who just will not behave 
Sitting in the laburnum tree singing to my brother
Telling him how naughty he is according to our mother

He sits in the tamarisk tree singing and tweeting back at me
Calm as calm as he can be sitting in that tamarisk tree
Laughing at the world he sees and passing comments if you please
About my life of often ease whilst we sit here in these trees

Life for us is good he agrees for we have time to sing and tease
We fight with each other in front of others
But in front of mum we must be good brothers
Why are they so difficult these mothers

Ours was once a politician upset Ken oh what a pother
My wife thinks Ken is far too dull he’s still a bachelor and to her no fun
But between you and my mother I think he’s got it right by gum
Whereas me I just go out and have fun cheers up others who are glum

We have the odd words now and then when I chase him off just like a hen
We will keep it up you know so other birds don’t know which way to go
My shouting at him when he’s wrong is how we brothers get along
So here’s to Ken my wayward brother I love you ‘bro just don’t tell mother

(c) Michael Bosc

It’s Not Fair

Sitting on the fence staring at my friend
Whilst she is washing up all I can do is hold my hands
It’s not fair she will not play or take the time to chase me away
All because her brother is here today it’s not fair

If here on the fence I sit she’ll flap a teatowl at me flick, flick, flick
Then off I hop, tail in the air looking back making sure she’s there
It is a game we play each day I really hate it when she’s away
Today BJ chases me away it’s not fair it’s not his game

Still her brother goes this afternoon but not until it’s getting late
Tomorrow morning I’ll be there sitting on the fence or gate
Then we can carry on our game and things will soon be just the same
My friend, the garden fence and me perhaps I’ll let BJ join in we will see.

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

Lonely Crafty Squirrel

I have a friend called B.J.
Who shouts and chases me
He can never catch me
As I run up the tree

His wife has now joined in the game
And whenever she see me
She shouts and flaps a tea-towel
But it is not the same you see

This weekend they both ignored me
They had visitor you see
They did not want to come and play
That really was a shame

I ran along the back fence
Then I climbed the tree
I also ran along the wood that
They use for a frame

So now I sit upon the post
Looking at their door
Hoping one will see me and
Come out with a roar

Then I can scamper off
And run up my tall tree
Then we’d be back to normal
B.J, his wife and me

(c)  Michael Douglas Bosc

Save Our World

My eyes see ice floes on their march to the sea
My mind probes them to see if they are free
Great chunks of ice falling into the sea
Oh what is happening my world to thee

Too many people there are here
Like dinosaurs we are I fear
Pumping pollution into the atmosphere
All in the name of progress

Big business could help if they wanted to
Governments do but they tax me and you
Is the information we are given true
Or are we paying for others greed

Forests are being destroyed day by day
Only a few replanted they say
Life is being blown away
In the name of profits and humanity they say

People need to grow food to live
But sustainability is the byword we should heed
Trees and forests are needed now or water clouds will not form
The life on earth will not survive are we the dinosaurs of today

There are deserts out there we can claim plant with trees to make it rain
Or grow the food that’s needed now stop famine show the people how
To survive and live a life with homes and water that would be nice
But they would have to work and help that’s what survival is all about

It can be done it will work provided those who matter do not shirk
Responsibility for their fellow man or help with a family planning plan
Reducing the population for a while birth control is needed now
The Chinese people have showed us how they care for their future wow

Nothing is easy or simple or comes with an instruction card
But facing up to truth and facts is hard
To fight those who have a destruction plan who want to be the big ‘I Am’
Who do not listen when the world cries STOP!

Please do not give my world away help save us all lets start today
Look at the deserts for planting trees and growing food
More solar energy is the way and building with sustainable things
Oh God please give our planet wings and save it from the greed of men
(c)  Michael Douglas Bosc

Nature’s Delight

I wake to the sun shining through the tree
It’s dappled light gladdens me
A new day awakening I see
I’m glad these sights are greeting me.

The sun smiles down so bright and hot
As in to the shade I gently flop
A breeze is blowing over me
Relaxing here beneath my tree.

Late afternoon shade deepens now
The air is cooler yet somehow
Large clouds gather overhead
Some rain oh yes please these words are said.

As evening rolls on into night
Distant rumblings heard that’s right
A thunderstorm is on it’s way
A perfect end to a very hot day.

The lightening flashes whilst thunder blasts
Rain falling through the night at last
Dawn brings a feeling earth refreshed
I smell watered earth so clean and fresh.

I hear birds singing in the trees
Drinking from the still wet leaves
Plants once crying out for moisture
Now stand tall looking stronger.

Looking across the forest scene
Seeing fir trees strong and green
All this is mine this wild fresh view
A happier man I never knew.

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc