Sprout Supper
Mr Snuffles loved to be in the kitchen where he didn’t miss a thing
From his spot on the windowsill, he watched as Lily started to sing
It was her baking day today which he enjoyed most immensely
As she weighed out all her ingredients, he watched her intensely
Her rolling pin glided up and down over the pastry growing nice and flat
Little puffs of flour billowed in the air dusting this and that
He leaned in close to get a better look wiggling his little pink nose
He sniffed some flour which made him sneeze blowing the flour from his toes
She filled the pastry parcels with juicy currents and spice
Carefully she glazed them and they were into the oven in a trice
From the fridge a bag rustled and Mr Snuffles ears pricked up
She carried a bag of fat round green balls; he couldn’t believe his luck
!It was only September but could it really be his favourite snack?He started hopping through the flour and slid down her back
He pulled at her apron strings excitedly with his long teeth
She nearly tripped over him as he bounded round her feet
She tipped a good serving of sprouts into a bowl and set it on the floor
Glancing at the golden pastries gently rising through the oven door
Smiling at him happily munching his treat as she put away the butter
Its never too early for sprouts he thought as he settled down to his supper
The Bear and The Hare in Winter
As the first drift of snow begins to fall, the magic of Christmas draws near
The forest glistens and sparkles with everyone in festive cheer
With the ground covered in a frosty blanket of crunchy white snow
Little Hare scampers along leaving pawprints where she goes
As the smell of plum pudding and hot chocolate fills the air
Carefully carrying her gift she makes her way there
Her very dear friend she cannot wait to see
Mr Bear will be singing and trimming his tree
For no other she knows loves this season quite like he
Cracking chestnuts by the fire his face fills with glee!
But Bear is so sad when January finally comes around
Which is why she is excited by the gift she has found
Arriving at last she knocks on his tinsel covered door“
Ho Ho Ho”!! he cries running across the floor“
Merry Christmas little Hare, come in come in”!
I have fruitcake and games and carols for us to sing!“
Wonderful! Dear friend, but first, grant me my wish”
And with that she carefully hands him his very special gift“
Oh My”! says Mr Bear and has to sit down in surprise
Pulling back ribbon and glittery tissue Bear has tears in his eyes
For it’s a Christmas wonderland in a globe to enjoy all year round
Mr Bear is so emotional he just can’t make a sound
He grabs little Hare in the biggest of biggest Bear hugs
For Christmas is really, after all, all about LOVE…xxx
The Chosen One
Hidden deep in a woodland nestled under a hill
Moonlight gleams across the water as all becomes still
There is a strange song on the wind blowing through to where
Sheltering rushes protect a young goose sleeping there..
Above a million stars glitter as old as time
What deep secrets they hold as they silently align
For every year on this night one star draws near
To claim the chosen one whose destiny is clear
The ancient magic calls to awaken her at last
For she is the light bearer born for a special task
The universe’s sun journey as the equinox draws near to start
The young goose opens her eyes with glowing embers in her heart
Bursting with life on golden wings she soars up high
No longer earthbound she whispers her gentle sweet goodbye
As her wild heart burns gloriously joining her soul to the star
They forever become one light to shine upon us all from afar
The Christmas Scarf
A glistening blanket of white snow covers Crabtree Farm
A happy gaggle of geese were nestled quietly in the barn
Gordon the Farmer waves at the feathered ladies as he drives past
Suddenly the old tractor spluttered and backfired with a terrific blast
“Argghhh” cried the geese and madly flew this way and that
Geraldine took the full force and fell into a puddle with a splat
Dazed and confused she lay there looking up at the snow fluttering down
Her eyes were fuzzy and her ears were ringing with a deafening sound
She spent a week in the farmers wife’s kitchen keeping warm by the fire
The shock had terrified Geraldine and left her feeling very tired
The feathers around her neck had fallen out leaving her sore and cold
Each evening Edna took out her knitting balls of wool neatly rolled
Clickity – clack went her knitting needles which soothed Geraldine to sleep
On Christmas morning she felt so much better and leapt to her feet
Hang on! Cried Edna, I have made you a special gift, just wait and see
She pulled out a beautiful woollen red scarf with excitement and glee
As she wrapped it around Geraldine’s neck, she had tears in her eyes
Her very own handmade gift, little Geraldine was speechless in surprise
Edna smiled as she watched the little goose run off with so much pleasure
For Christmas is really about the little things and moments to treasure.
The First Snow
A hushed blanket of sparkling white covers the whispering woods
The youngest of the animals are waking up to a surprise today
What wonder awaits them when they emerge from their comfy beds
For something magical blew through the night to come their way
A twitching nose emerges from a hole to explore the crisp morning air
“My goodness what’s this?” He exclaimed at the wonderous sight
Hare scampered past Badger then stopped; all he could do was stare
“It’s beautifully white and crunchy!!” And he jumped with all his might
Robin landed onto a branch above them and some of it fell down
“It’s falling into my ears, ouch its cold!” Laughed little hare
“It tickles my nose a bit”, said Badger looking all around
Stag stuck his tongue out to catch it, “its magic” he declared
“It’s chilly on my feathers” said Robin, “I’m not sure I can fly”
“It makes my whiskers tingle” laughed Fox, who had come to join them as well
They all stood in wonder looking up as it gently fell from the sky
Their first snow had enchanted them all with its wondrous wintery spell.
The Hare and The Robin
Brown Hare was out searching for some tasty winter grass
As is snowed, overhead hundreds of birds fluttered past
He watched them with joy from the field where he sat
Then spotted a distressed bird darting this way and that
My Dear little bird please tell me what is the matter?
“I cant find a coat!” He cried through his chit and his chatter
For it is time to flock to the thrush family ball
Where all Robins and Blackbirds and Nightingales call
They all have smart red coats but I cannot find mine
So upset was the bird in his eyes bright tears shined
With a smile Hare said gently it’s because you are young
Once you are bigger you will grow the finest red one!
For you my dear friend are a Robin don’t you see?
A sure sign of winter like the snow of the trees
You will drop your first feathers and this I can vow
Then grow a splendid red chest of which to be proud!
With relief Robin knew he really did belong
And flew off to his family with his heart full of song
