Poetry, Uncategorized




I’ve got my crumble baking loot:

Purple, ripe and juicy fruit.


Apples blown down from the tree:

A yummy steaming pud for tea!


Make the most of autumn fare –

Soon the hedgerows will be bare.


For these chutney baking days,

We give thanks for summer days.


Sloe gin, jams and plummy pies

Our tummies bigger than our eyes!


As swirling mists are blown by strong

And squally, rolling ocean storms


Earth’s kind harvest warms us up,

Soothes our souls and fills our cup.




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