Old Jack he was a sailor
wore a suit of Navy blue
he’d sailed on all the seven seas
from New York to Timbuktu
and when he went home he’d tell stories
but most of them weren’t true.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #158
As we moved on to the open ground
chatting, laughing, till we found
something that really made us stare,
who on earth would leave that there
I thought, and more in fear than surprise
I could hardly believe my eyes,
admittedly it gave me quite a start
this example of the craftsman’s art,
such a finely carved wooden chair,
who could leave that sitting there
my partner said we should be wary
it might belong to the King of the Fairies.
Filed under Self compositions
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #157
We thought we’d look for Robin Hood
so we jumped through the fence and into the wood
but of those men in Lincoln Green
neither hide nor hair was seen
but the walk certainly did us good.
Filed under Inspired by fable, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
Ronovan writes #Decima poetry prompt #83 “Respect.”
With head bowed, ramrod straight he stands
then turns and marches just one pace
his eyes fixed on the concrete base
his rifle tight held in his hands
each move meticulously planned
his puffed out chest betrays his pride,
as across the dais his boots slide,
the toes of which are polished bright
a task that took him half the night
in honour to all those who died.
Filed under Self compositions
The Story of the Royal British Legion
Founded in 1921, the Royal British Legion has been supporting the Armed Forces ever since.
Filed under Factual, Re-blogged, Stirring the memories
Ronovan writes Haiku poetry challenge #383
Don’t follow the crowd
or find when the hour is nigh
one looks to his own
Filed under Self compositions
Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #234 “At the edge of the world”
I’m reluctant to leave my seat by the fire
on the Northern boundary of our Empire
I go to the edge of the wall and look down
seeing the glint of the frost on the ground
the night is so dark, the weather most foul
far in the distance I can hear the wolves howl
or maybe another of the wild beasts
but probably the natives just having a feast
Filed under Alternative history, Self compositions
Ronovan writes #Decima prompt challenge #82 The treasure seekers
As they started poking around
they found a bone covered in slime
that had been there for a long time
so decided they should dig down
and see what else was in the ground
the story goes or so I’m told
it seems it started to grow cold
this they found to be quite eerie
by now they were getting weary
and all were lost as was the gold
Filed under Inspired by fable, Otherworldly, Self compositions
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #156 “A dog’s life”
I love to go out for a walk
with my master in the park
and if no other dogs we see
he often lets me off the lead
I run around and sometimes if
I find something I have a good sniff
but best of all there’s a lot of trees
and on every one I can have a pee
Filed under Factual, Humorous, Self compositions
When the pen takes control. 