As Cyril the Squirrel came out of his house, He heard his name called by his friend, Tommy Mouse. Timmy and Tommy were pulling a sack That rattled and crackled behind both their backs. ‘What have you got there?’ he asked, walking around To look at the sack sitting there on the ground.
‘It’s something we found over there in the wood,’ Said Timmy Mouse, grinning, ‘it’s ever so good!’ They opened the sack so that Cyril could see A frame with four wheels on. What could it be? ‘We were thinking that we could make something to ride.’ ‘Oh! That would be brilliant!’ Cyril replied.
‘We need to find something, an old wooden crate; One we can sit in would be really great.’ And Cyril the Squirrel said, ‘That would be good. Why don’t we make one? I’m sure that we could!’ Timmy and Tommy both smiled with delight, ‘You know something, Cyril? You’re perfectly right!’
Just then they saw Reggie at the end of the lane, And when he got to them, Tommy told once again What they had found and now what they all planned. And Reggie said, ‘Ooh, can I give you a hand? My Dad had some wood; he kept just as spare, Let’s go and see if he still has some there.’
When they reached Reggie’s home, Mummy Rat said, ‘Your father’s outside still painting his shed. If you go and see him, just mind you take care, I don’t want to see you with paint in your hair!’ The boys laughed at that, and they all said they would, And Mummy Rat nodded and said, ‘That will be good!’
Mr Rat’s favourite thing was to tinker around With any strange object that he might have found. So when the boys showed him their frame on four wheels, He said he had something he thought was ideal! Then he went in his shed and rummaged about, And a few minutes later he brought something out.
‘What about this then?’ he asked with a grin, ‘There is plenty of room for you four to sit in.’ There on the ground was a sturdy brown crate, Which would sit on the frame, and look really great. ‘That is so perfect!’ Timmy said with delight. And the others agreed, saying, it was just right!
The boys set to work under Mr Rat’s eye, Building their wagon; the time just flew by. They painted it red, with white lines down the side, Then added a brake to make a safe ride. Mr Rat made a steering wheel so they could turn; This was one thing they would all have to learn!
When it was finished they stood back to see What a perfect creation it turned out to be. ‘Oh! Wow!’ said Cyril, ‘How good is that!’ ‘Let’s go for a ride!’ said Reggie the Rat. They had tied on some rope, they could pull it until They got to the top of Hedgerow Village Hill.
At the top of the hill, they all stood and stared, It looked very steep, so which one of them dared To try out their wagon; it wouldn’t take long. Then Timmy Mouse said, ‘It couldn’t go wrong. There is room for us all, so I think we all should! Come on, don’t be babies, it’s going to be good!’
Since Timmy took charge, he decided to steer, And sat at the front - they would not see his fear! He let off the brake, and they started to roll, And holding the steering wheel, he had control. The wagon went faster, they whizzed down the hill, And at the bottom he braked, and the wagon stopped still!
‘Oh wow! That was brilliant,’ Tommy Mouse cried. ‘Let’s do it again! That was such a great ride!’ They all stood and giggled; such was the thrill Of feeling the wind as they whizzed down the hill. They had many more hours of racing that day, And tomorrow they’d make sure the girls came to play!
reprinted from HEDGEROW CAPERS copyright 2012 by Sandra Stoner Mitchell
Fly in perfect V formation How do they know their destination? With predetermined concentration, Geese fly The quest a longer sense of time The gray beasts follow from behind Continue in their single line Elephants return The current harsh but swim they may Orange flashing bodies flip in spray Jump and propel, they know the way Salmon spawn Animals with instincts known, Purpose clear, the beasts have shown Ears listen, scents as wind has blown, Animals know Humans cannot comprehend Instead they seek out land, defend Power sought, from the foes they fend Man’s folly
The Trees Mask the Moon
There is no light this evening The trees mask the moon Do you see my face before you? The weary branches are holding snow Weighing down their supple nature Like the pain against my heart holding my spirit to the ground, When it wants to fly free To shake off snow and pain, Reaching up to hope Must I wait as the trees do For the snow to melt away? Or will my heart release me From pain and allow me to rise up? Take my hand amongst the trees Let my soul feel your presence I am not at ease in loneliness Even though it has been familiar
Soothe My Heart
I see the moonlight in your eyes And they shine like stars The vision of your face appears I know not who you are I hear your voice, it beckons me to gaze upon your face so fair Imagined chance to kiss your lips would bring me joy beyond compare That I might hear you speak to me lips that form your lovely smile I look at you and hear the words that capture my heart for just awhile
The sun was waiting to go down, She dipped and curtsied in her gown. She lit the sky and earth with joy, And watched as girl then kissed the boy.
The moon came up to take her place, And watched her leave with gentle grace. He then shone down upon the two, And watched as boy said, “I love you.”
The stars came out like sparklers bright, And filled the two with pure delight. Then shooting stars joined in the fun, As boy and girl swore to be one.
Now she loves him and he loves her The sun and moon do then concur That they can rest until next time They need to help make love sublime.
WHAT IS LOVE
Love is… You…in the same room as me Breathing the same air I breathe Knowing my thoughts Caring
Love is… You…wanting to hold my hand Stroking my hair Knowing you are there Always
Love is… Me…drowning in your eyes Not wanting to be saved Wanting nothing more than You
Love is… Me…being there for you When you need me too Reaching for your heart Gently
Love is… Us…being there for each other Through life’s highs and lows Sharing laughter and tears Forever.
I close my eyes, It’s Spring again My face is fresh, I have no lines My eyes are clear, my vision true My hair has colour, lustrous shine My breasts are firm, my waist is small My legs are strong and shapely too My mind alert, my brain is quick My health is good, my future set.
And now my eyes I open wide The truth is there for all to see Years have passed, and autumn shows My life has been so rich and full My face has lines, a map to show My pains and joys in equal parts I’ve had good friends along the way And cherished everyone I’ve known
My winter years will soon be here And I will hold them close to me I’ll smile a smile that tells them all I am now where I want to be.
Timmy and Tommy were out having fun At Popsicorn Bog, where the water mill runs. Their friends were there with them, just playing around Looking for pebbles that lay on the ground. ‘I’ve found a good one,’ said Reggie the Rat, Showing Cyril the Squirrel. ‘It’s round and it’s flat.’
Timmy and Tommy Mouse said with a grin, ‘Come on then Reggie, let’s all see it skim.’ Reggie bent down and with a sharp eye, And a flick of his wrist, he let the stone fly. They all held their breath as they waited to see It bounce on the water, one two…and three!
The four friends were laughing, and jumping around When Cyril said, ‘Shush! Can you all hear that sound?’ They stood there and listened, then heard a soft cry, They looked at each other, it sounded nearby. ‘I think it is coming from under that bush,’ Said Cyril the Squirrel, again saying, ‘Shush!’
The friends tiptoed over and standing close by, They waited, then heard it, ‘twas such a sad cry. Tommy went closer and whispered, ‘Hello… Are you alright? We would all like to know.’ A pair of large eyes on the tiniest face, Peeped out of the bush, looking quite out of place.
Tommy moved back, as he wasn’t quite sure What to make of this creature he’d not seen before. It was ever so furry, with a brown and white back, A tummy all white and a tail coloured black. ‘What are you?’ asked Tommy, trying hard to pretend That he wasn’t scared, standing there with his friends.
‘Don’t get too close! I think it’s a cat! And they don’t like mice!’ cried Reggie the Rat. The kitten sat down and started to cry, ‘I’m only a kitten, so I don’t know why You’re frightened of me, I’m lost and alone. I just want my mummy to take me back home!’
Timmy walked over, now feeling ashamed And asked of the kitten, ‘What is your name?’ ‘My name is Mitsie, and I’ve lost my mum, We were playing a game; I thought it was fun. But now I can’t find her, what will I do?’ The others came over, then Tommy did too.
‘We’ll help you to find her,’ said Reggie the Rat, Feeling quite brave, while he stood at the back. Then Cyril the Squirrel had a brilliant idea, ‘Now all gather round, as I want you to hear! If I climb a tree, I can have a look round Much further than standing down here on the ground
Cyril the Squirrel, climbed high up the tree, The higher he went, the further he’d see. Reaching the top, he looked all around Searching and searching all over the ground. He looked to the left; he looked to the right, But Mitsie’s mummy was nowhere in sight!
Cyril climbed down, his face looking glum, And said, ‘Sorry,’ to Mitsie, ‘I can’t see your mum. I think she is hidden by all the green leaves That have covered the branches on all of the trees. We will have to start looking down here on the ground, And we’ll carry on looking till your Mummy is found.’
Off they all went, and at Reggie’s request, Mitsie went first, and they all thought it best. ‘There might be a chance your mum is quite near. If you can shout loud, she might possibly hear.’ So it was agreed, and when Mitsie called out, All were surprised at how loud she could shout!
They hadn’t gone far, when they heard a loud call, And Mitsie turned round and said to them all, ‘That was my mum, she’s not far away.’ And Reggie then said, ‘I don’t think we should stay.’ Mitsie said, ‘Thank you,’ and gave them a kiss. And they all knew that this was one kitten they’d miss!
reprinted from HEDGEROW CAPERS copyright 2012 by Sandra Stoner Mitchell