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Poetry

Big red ones |



BIG ROCK

Big Rock,
palace
home
playground
for tiny children.
Tiny ones feel big
atop of Big Rock.

Tiny children
feel big
atop of Big Rock.

Big Rock
is their
palace
home
and playground.

Little ones
feel big.


GREEN LEAVES

I've seen
a light there,
far, far away,
a bright, white light
among the leaves.
The sun's rays.

I've moved forward
into the forest with my eyes on the light,
forward through the leaves
as I head for the light.

The way is pretty, the wood,
the leaves are beautiful, the rooks
pretty is the wood, the wood
all life long.

Green leaves,
my little sister's
green eyes.

Chu Chu Train

Chu chu
chu chu
chu chu train.

Not on the
best track.

Cloppety clop
cloppety horse.
Jumps right over
the bridge.

Chu chu
cloppety clop
cloppety clop
chu chu

Train far away
horse on its way.


Dead Shade

Wind has pulled
the nut tree
out of the ground.
From the place
it was born and bred.

I don't want
to be out
of its shade.

Away from the dead nut tree.


Gobble Gobble

Crunch on the apple,
easy-peasy
gobble gobble.

Your smile,
has left me
open-mouthed.


SEVEN

Seven notes
for the music,
the music with
seven
notes

Seven
clouds a-dancing.

Seven days
for the week,
the week with
seven
days

Smooth faces
seven.

Seven colours
for the rainbow,
the rainbow with
seven
colours

Beautiful bridges
seven.


Who is it?

I'm back again,
chatter chatter
natter natter.

But I found no one
at home.




Above, below

Now the ash trees
now the poplars
then the pines
next the alders
now the elms
now the acacias.

I've left them all
behind.

They all watch me
from above,
as I go on
below.

Above them all

I go on
along the dream path.


FIVE KISSES

Rumbling tummy
hacking cough
exploding fart.

I gave you
five kisses
at last.

Nose blowing
wee-wee trickling
shit plop.

I want ten kisses
before you stop.


A HAND

Back
and forth,
to and fro
I wobble

And fall
to the ground, so.

A young birch sapling
stretches out its hand
to me
and opens up
the narrow path.

Many thanks
for the hand
silver birch!


That was all.

Once again
I love
life all the more.


ONCE AGAIN

Water splashing,
sloshing, splashing,
filling the house trough
again.

Misty rain,
swirling snow,
shall we go out to play
again?

Rain pelting,
hail bouncing,
filling our emotional basket
again.

Wind howling,
thunder booming,
I'm off home,
See you again soon!


MOUSE AND MOLE

Star on the mountain top,
alder in the river,
mouse wants a dance
with mole.

Hawthorn in the wood,
grass in the meadow,
mouse wants to pull
mole's leg.

Summer in February
winter in August.


DOWN WITH A BUMP

Down on the ground
with a bump!
Two grazes
Four bruises.

Falling, falling
headfirst, headlong!
Where's my leg?
Where's my hand?


BIG RED ONES

Underneath
the chestnut
I've seen cherries.
Red cherries,
bright ones,
big red ones.

Underneath
the chestnut
I've had dreams.
New dreams,
bright ones,
fun ones.


DANCING HANDS

Knock, knock
at the door.
The light has gone,
so why are you here?

Dancing hands
click, snap,
I want to paint
dreams with you.


BUMP AFTER BUMP

I pick up
my old flute
and play a tune
never heard before.

The flute tells me,
put your fingers there
raise them here
lower them now
don't put them there
blow now
don't blow now.

Put your foot here,
not there.

Bump after bump
I learnt to walk

making my way as never before.


UNDECIDED

Tiny kitten,
come along pussy!
We've come to tickle you
and have fun.

C'mon pussy,
then shoo!
She starts to lash out,
whiskers and all.

Our friendship
is undecided,
so let's sleep
till she calms down.


ON TOP OF DAD

I climb the mountain
easily,
right to the top with ease.

Dad's legs
are solid,
muscular,
hard
and strong.

Let's go, Dad,
take me to the top
on your back!


IN MOTHER'S DREAM

I go up to bed
easily
to the roost of dreams,
to the pillow with ease.

Mum's muscles
are solid,
muscular,
soft
and strong.

Let's go, Mum,
take me to the land of dreams
in your arms!


THE RIVER


Every autumn
the river washes away
the beech's dead copper leaves.

But spring
will dress the beech
with new leaves,
for autumn
to take to the river,
and the river to wash them away.

Mum dresses me
every night
with kisses.
So night won't leave me bare,
nor the river wash away my dreams.
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