Out of the garden weary and tired, the strawberry general was recently fired. Sent to the kitchen away from the cries of robins and slugs, of finches and flies. Untouchable now by all garden beasts he sits in a bowl awaiting the feasts stretching before him as though they are his, ignoring the sounds of…

The Tree Whale crashed here long ago When forests ceased their wooden flow, It beached upon the grassy hill And then for aeons lay quite still. It used to soar, it used to swim Where sunbeams spill upon the rim Of chestnut leaves and oaken crowns Where eagles cry their regal sounds. It used to…

Pity the clockmaker For his time is all spent, His springs have unsprung And his cogs are all bent. His tools are all seconds Each one has a notch. His tickers have stopped- All he does now is watch. The last thing he did here, Whilst turning his hand, Was building an hourglass Full of…

Son: My dad helped me climb into this tree But he wouldn’t help me out. Now that was fifty years ago And I’ve grown too old to shout. Dad: I wonder where my boy has gone He’s quiet as a mouse. But these long years have been quite good With food still in the house.…

Under a cloud The handy dandy fox Pulled a paper brolly From a new blue box. Out in the rain The smiley wily fox Says “I am cool And my umbrella rocks.” Down the rain came And the silly billy fox Turned a shade of blue To his bright white socks. — You’ve just read…

On the glowing rocks of the kitchen archipelago four silver-skinned hob dragons sputter and spit a warning of steam. Steer clear steer clear, all sailors say, they will boil you or broil you as they nest upon earth-blue seas of fire, hob dragon children rattling in their bellies. — [link_popup id=’1536′ link_text=’Please sign up to…

The moon was not always alone in our sky. At one time our moon, who back then called herself Luna, had a sister whom she loved very much for their parents were long gone and they only had each other. Luna’s sister was called Swan and she was much younger than Luna. Together they sailed…

A rose without a stem A flame without a match A heart without a chest – Red Balloon is free To see the world from Up above. Floating slow Upon the breeze, it is The highest form of love. Those who see it Want to be it, Those who hear it Must be near it.…

Step through, step through, To Somewhere New, Where stories stalk And dreams come true. Step through to books Which never end, But store each word The moments send. Step through to worlds A thought apart, Where ideas spark And daydreams dart. Step through to folk All strange and weird, Who all blaze bright And none…

1. It takes a lot of wind for Bear To play on his euphonium. But now no friend will stand downwind, And if they are they moan at him. 2. Bear was born to play the horn And lead the band in song. When told he’d played a few bum notes He got it rather…