My depth is deep I hope you can swim.. I am totally tidal I turn on a whim.. I rock and roll and  I can get grim..sea sportsmen surf upon my skim.. I may look blue but I am not sad.. wild weather will worry me and make me so mad..so it is not my fault if I am bad.. people play in me I make them glad

I am a liquid so I am very wet.. boats sail on me amidst the scenic sunset.. carrying fishermen who catch fish in a net..but I can get rough lest they never forget..I will taste salty I will make your mouth dry.. though I shall saturate you I tell you no lie..I ebb and I flow from the moon in the sky..as it shines moonbeams upon me from way up high.. I splash from the raindrops as Mother nature will cry.. I am oceans and seas and I bid you goodbye

Tattered and torn like tumbleweed I take what I want from the land with greed..my strength is strong as I surge and flow..for I am the seminole winds that blow..Stealing and pilfering everything in sight..amidst my boisterous battle of blight..destruction and doom is my delight, blow seminole blow

I can cause chaos betwixt my cringe..with whining, wailing, weary, whinge, beggar’s belief will be my binge.. blow seminole blow.. Seas shall swell and hills will howl from my gasping, grunting growl, swooping thru the night like a nocturnal Owl..come seminole and go..subtly silenced or fierce with force without regrets nor no remorse..I shall spill ocean’s watercourse.. blow seminole blow

Little white heads scattered everywhere amidst field fairy rings here and there.. I trample my tread with love and care..this special moment is very rare

Mushrooms white amongst the green..clearly conspicuous so can be seen..my Dad used to call them ‘Fairy farts’ amidst the turf and cattle clarts..there is nothing like the taste of these.. the absolutely bees knees..

My breakfast in the morning.. and my lunch and tea as well.. mushrooms picked free range are better than the ones they sell.. they have that unique freshness straight from Mother earth.. she springs them annually with her Autumn’s birth

Weaving in and out of radiant rainbows that’s where fluttering fairies and the unicorn goes.. blowing in breezes midst wintertime freezes.. betwixt blossoms of blooms that gives them all sneezes

Backwards and forwards.. fancy friends intertwining whilst the whistling wind is wailing and whining..ducking and diving in rivers and streams.. as this fabulous folklore lives on in our dreams..yet they are really there if we truly believe..and a nonbeliever doubts one’s decieve

Glittering glances of sparkling sprites dancing and prancing like angel’s delights..flimsy winged fairies and one-horned unicorns..pointy-eared elves on the crack of the dawns..Oh what a wonderful, colourful show..riding on unicorns on yon beautiful rainbow

So we come into this wonderful wide world wearing no clothes at all.. and we leave them behind us on our heavenly call ?..so really and I have just been told this by a friend.. philosphically speaking.. we are nothing but a walking wardrobe in the end!!

So if we think of our bodies as only material and design that are just coverups all around our waistline.. then when we have to go to that castle in the sky.. we leave our attire on earth and our soul rises high.. I love my poetic pals credence of belief.. she is a logic deep thinker with abit of mischief.. she said to me “ I believe that we do move on Jill and our bodies are only clothes” well I hope you are spot on but then again.. “Who know’s”

My tummy rumbled well
It was more like it grumbled.. it must have been hungry and wanted some food.. so I fed it chicken that was finger lickin’ and it sent a loud belch that was ever so rude..

Well I drank down a drink it was peppermint I think.. I’d heard that was wise when your stomache was wrong.. but then my *** farted when me and my spouse parted..that tummy of mine let out a strong pong

My guts and me have a right job you see.. coz it doesn’t appreciate the food that I eat.. Diverticulitis is just like colitis.. a Doctor told me that was what I had got.. and sometimes I am fine and other times I am not.. when I spend all night and day just sat on the ***

I wander lonely as a cloud feeling fantastic and Oh so proud..black faced ewes are all around midst whistling wind with sunny shroud..

These green hills are my homelands near ancient castles and golden sands..What more could a person ask ? my scenic stroll is ne’er a task..listening to the Skylarks hovering overhead nurturing their little ones tucked up in their bed

Beautiful butterflies lead my way looking for some meadow flowers to
land and play..This must be heaven sent for sure.. God’s own kingdom so rich and pure..as I rest for a while to take in my view..fresh green fields with skies of blue