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Jackie Mead Oct 2019
The mouse with a house on the River Louse, was walking in a field one day.
He had his head down, nose buried in a stack of hay.

He was searching for some small sticks to take back to his home; his house on the River Louse.

Now that Winter was settling in, Mr Mouse wanted to light a fire and needed some sticks to form the pyre.

Mr Mouse had his head down and therefore not looking where he was going.

Along came a lady Mouse called Hilda with a bag full of shopping.
She was happy and singing and dancing, twirling and hopping.

Hilda was unaware of the Mouse with a house on the River Louse being in the vicinity.
She was feeling hopeful, full of sanguinity.

Mr Mouse still head down looking for sticks didn’t realise Hilda was around.
He had his nose firmly pointing to the ground.

Both mice continued  with their missions.
Oblivious to each other and the weather conditions .

Mr Mouse, head down turned to his left, Hilda twirling and hopping turned to her right.
Suddenly they clashed and caused each other such a fright.
Hilda clutched Mr Mouse very tight.

Mr Mouse apologised and pulled Hilda up off the floor.
He offered to show Hilda to his front door, Mr Mouse was very proud of his house on the River Louse.

The two mice had afternoon tea and sat warming themselves by the fire.
Soon it was time for Hilda to retire to her own home but they made plans to meet the very next day.

This time Mr Mouse would not have his nose in the hay.
They would walk and talk and have plenty to say.
Until the light faded from the day and the Moon came out to play.

In less than 2 months they had fallen in love and were married on the river by a dainty turtle dove.

Now they were together night and day.
Mr Mouse still searched for sticks with his nose in the hay.

Hilda still did the shopping all the while twirling, dancing and hopping

Together they had 12 children of their own.
Now they always had company, and neither ever felt alone.
It's been a while since I wrote one of these, I thought it would be fun to write how mr mouse met his match.
Jackie Mead Oct 2019
At the start of another Autumnal day.
When the sun has not yet risen and the suns heat is still weak.
The fog comes out to.play; hanging in the sky coating everything in a dense hazy mist.
Chimney pots on top of houses, usually can be seen, as well as hillsides in the distance usually a bright verdant green.

The fog swirls and thickens, dims the natural light.
Hiding tops of trees, chimney pots and hillsides of green from your sight.

Slowly the sun begins to rise and cast a welcome glow.
The white clouds become tinged a pale orangey yellow.
The sun begins to find its warmth burning its way through the haze.
The fog is losing the battle, the sun is winning today.

The bright red sun is shining through.
And is such a wonderful sight at the start of another wonderful Autumnal day.
A beautiful sight on my way to work on Tuesday.
The sun was rising late, I had to stop and take pictures.
I love nature.
  Sep 2019 Jackie Mead
Ashly Kocher
The power of poetry
Powerful words
Can transport you to a different world
It takes you on a journey through our minds
Letting your imagination run wild
Even if it’s for a short time
Allowing your inner feelings and workings to surface and be free
Accessing the true me....
Jackie Mead Sep 2019
In New England, a sight; like no other
Created by Natures very own Mother
A sight so dazzling, brightening the Autumnal skies
Creating a pleasurable scene, delighting our eyes
Leaves of many varieties, of strong and vibrant colours
Turning from Green to Yellow, Orange, Red and Brown
Before they slip form the branches and
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Laying a coat of many colours down
For us to walk, jump, and run through, upon the ground
Jackie Mead Sep 2019
The Swan glides effortlessly across the River
The only sign, rings on the water that look as though the River shivers

Six cygnets by their side
Protecting their young, their eyes cast far and wide
Fear for their young makes them angry
Makes them shriek and shrill
Don’t get too close they will bite you with their bill

On a good day though, you will see them, displaying their feathers magnificently
Wings out wide and neck held high
As they prepare to leave the waters and take to the sky

The Swan so full of grace
You really do enhance our space.
Jackie Mead Sep 2019
There is a bench; appeared upon the banks of the canal
It looks a little bit rough and a little banal
It is not dedicated with a bronze plaque
It is simply decorated with that of the River Exe's track

It has no lack of customers wishing to take a seat
Students on their way home, take a moment browsing on their phone
Elderly people bring take away fish and chips instead of taking them home
I've seen people pick up speed, quicken their pace
So as to keep a seat for them and not lose their place
Children playing on their bikes on the grass around
Their Mum and Dads laying a picnic on the ground

It has brought much happiness to our lovely green space
Creating memories for people who are making it their go-to place
Let us say nothing of its appearance and embrace the good
That some clever person has crafted out of a chunk of wood
Had a lovely walk down by the Canal today, took my time and actually managed to sit on this bench. It has been installed a little while and has proved very popular. It is like a magnet each time I see it there is someone on, as I describe it is usually students or elderly people, young children, mums, and dads. It is a very used piece of street furniture and appears to be much loved. I actually love the unique look of this bench and often wonder how long it took someone to craft. I sincerely wish that there was some notice about the origin of this bench.
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