Arriving en masse in Barbour green
middle class mummies in SUV's
with kids named Willow, Sky and Breeze
allergic to various nuts and cheese
and designer dogs on ten foot leads
(tripping hazards for OAP's)
pooping in the fallen leaves
beneath the beauty of the trees
Beneath the beauty of the trees,
This short poem did me please.
Thanks all for comments and likes.
Westonbirt Arboretum in the southern Cotswolds is 100's of acres and once you get away from the entrance and food areas it is not overrun as my poem may suggest. I went there earlier this week during the school holidays so there were more than the usual volume of children. If you feel like going, now is the best time as the acers are changing colour from green through to red. £10 entrance fee with free parking.
This is such an excellent piece Brian. I bet Tyson would turn his sniffer up in disgust at this new breed of designer dogs pooping in the fallen leaves beneath the beauty.....how disgusting 😎
The cost to OAPs such as myself of such places now preclude visits except on rare occasions - your pithy poem has just wiped this off the list, thanks Brian !!
You might just have added the Japanese who are eagerly adopting our history channels even as we speak....
Ray
I agree with all of the above..humorous, beautifully rhymed and pertinent..excellent Brian..💕
In spirit (along with some of the famous old "Tommies" humour!)
with this time of the year. Somehow.
trees and poppies are their own
memorials to this centenary year for the end of WW1 - the former for their disappearance from that ravaged landscape under a man-made hell
and the latter for redemptive reasons
thereafter - both surviving to remind us of the folly of our actions and the
necessary remedial process.
I'd have to agree with Keith, Brian, this is a well balanced piece with some really quite innovative rhyming. Good work!
Brian,
You have really excelled yourself with this poem which is well rhymed with humour and accompanied by the most stunning autumnal scene. Well done and thank you.
Keith
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Fri 30th Nov 2018 15:17
I am covered in a gob full of hot coffee.
Cleaning bill is the post.
great
Po