Woody

Woody

Rat a tat tat, rat a tat tat. This drilling is giving me a headache.

Rat a tat tat, rat a tat tat. So am I giving you an earache?

Nice piece of work, you think?

When I’m finished, go for a drink?

You see, I’m chiselling this wood,

I’m apprenticed to Gerry, he’s very good,

A craftsmen superb, carpenter of trees,

He can knock out an ant’s nest with consummate ease.

Rat a tat tat, rat a tat tat. Carpentry’s the game.

Rat a tat tat, rat a tat tat. Woody’s the name.

My overalls are green with a hat that is red

I hammer and hammer from dawn until bed.

One day I’ll be qualified to drill by myself

And then I’ll be laughing out loud with all my wealth.

But until then, tapping away with a head like a hammer

I’m carving and shaving like any head-banger

Rat a tat tat, rat a tat tat. I’m an apprentice tree wrecker

Rat a tat tat, rat a tat tat. Woody Woodpecker.

Linda Prince

 

Evening

Evening

Calm. Colours dim and daylight lengthens.

Silver sky covers darkened earth and the wood hushes still.

In the forest something stirs. Evening sinks over bracken hill.

Apparition swirls and the soul is set free.

Tranquil. The air is fragrant rolling in on waves.

Pitch black, inky night seeps through the forest and conceals a thought.

In the heart something stirs. Emotion warms the yearning heart.

Spooky thoughts yield to certainty and the soul is set free.

Alone but not lonely, back woods at the front of your thoughts.

Linda Prince

 

Tree Nymph

Tree Nymph

Home of oak, walnut, ash or apple,

Shy and reticent, sun rays dapple.

Between the leaves the sisters cry

A lover’s song, a lover’s sigh.

Rare beauty quivers, Dryad divine

My hope shivers, could you ever be mine?

Kind tree spirit, ethereal and free

Softly whispers gentle hope for me.
 
Linda Prince

Tyburn Tree

Tyburn Tree

Tyburn Tree, three legged stool waits.

A public spectacle, a small fee to see

A day out, a holiday.

Tyburn Tree, three legged mare grins.

Popular and rowdy, the best go west

A time to watch, celebrate

They put on a show, dancing high in the sky,

Condemned to delight, prancing by.

Tyburn Tree. Oh, Hanging Tree,

My finest clothes ready, are you ready for me?
 
Linda Prince