"setts" poems
In ancient woodland
this child roamed,
lost in nature,
briar & loam.
Mapping clearings,
badger setts,
the places where
the deer had slept.
Picking berries
hops & flowers,
lying under
stripling bowers.
Until evening's
amber gloam,
with twiggy hair
racing home.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
TB or not TB!
Is it in the badgers?
That is the question.
Whether 'tis noticed
elsewhere - slurry perchance.
As they shuffle off the coils
of barbed wire or dodge the
slings and arrows of culler’s slaughter
for outrageous fortune,
who for them will take up arms
with a see of dissidents
and by opposing
end the heart-ache, the
thousand natural shocks
their setts are heir to?
'Tis a consummation
devoutly to be wish'd.
William Spearshake
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 5:43 AM UTC
The gas man visited today.
Tried to blow them all away.
Smoking setts all filled with fumes.
Bertie badger's done away with.
Bovine T.B.
Setts empty now.
All for the sake of some silly cow.
(C) LIVVI
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC