Category Archives: Trees and Other Friends

The Crossing Hare

Fast drove we by car
Out stepped the hare
Long legged, dainty
Such liquid grace
With casual stride
It nimbly jumped
Verge and foliage
Then, like a prince
Was gone.

Around the bend
Ours and other
Murderous cars
In pincered rush
Missed the hare
And simply
Motored on.

Of innocence
And beauty
Made fast away
To run in majesty
Through a memory
Not forgetting.



Are You a Swaledale or a Rough Fell, My Dear?

Mike's tree 2

We can’t yet be sure what make of sheep you are, my dear

With your long legs so typical of those that leap from rocks

In streams and boggy marsh grass unperturbed, untroubled

With ease and grace of movement that makes you splendid.


And there again, your black face and ears so keen to study

The human staring at you too, making an absorbing picture

Of connection between our species as you urgently wonder

What kind of man am I that may bring dangers or delights.


And also, your marvellous fleece so trim, yourself so athletic

We do believe you are a Swaledale ewe my dear, or perhaps

A Rough Fell and think perhaps you know which ewe is you

Hoping you’ll be kind enough to make this information known.


Your shepherd surely knows but has he the time to greet you

Addressing only you on just your parentage and genealogy?

When hundreds of your kind are in his mind and apprehension

Is this your final call or spared for one last round of breeding?


Well, it seems to me that all these questions wait on answers

For we have met and hope to meet again near Padley Gorge

Up here on the High Peak is surely something to desire again

As Winter fades and Spring bedecks her glades with flowers.


Ewe Beauty!

Hey ewe! Standin’ there
Givin’ me the once over
What’s yer flamin’ game?

Ewe woolly-back, paradin’
Long legs an’ fluffy jumper
Starin’ at me now ‘n’ forever.

D’you want a chase, like?
Through the trees to the gorge
An’ back ‘ere as fast as light.

Ewe are one smart woolly tart
An’ no mistakin’ that, gal
Yer’d make many mincey pies.

I’d race yer to a standstill
If me collar weren’t attached
To me lead me Master’s got.

Or if ‘e’d got another collar
Would yer come home with us
An’ be me pal forevermore?

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Captive Yet Free

Mike's tree 2

I found you watching from within those trees
One captive soul from someone’s captive flock
Yet free to run and question why indeed I’m here
Free to race on skipping feet to place a gorge
Between your panting self and those who might
Wish you dark misfortune on this dazzling day.

And yet, proud ewe, I’ll have you know my peace
To you and all your kith around us grazing here
That I, who passing by, a stranger to your fell
Admire your haughty self and sunny, upright form
And though your captive fleece be taken soon
You keep your place to outstare our future selves.

That passing moment caught when we two beings met
And yet again before life’s curious circumstance is set?