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Saturday, 14 January 2012

Cool Mountain Cats ( Childs Lit )

Cool Mountain Cats 
Figures available at Woolpets


Conrad a crazy cool cat,
Thought he was so cool,
He'd race down a mountain,
Without going splat.

Chemmy the sno bunny
Offered him advice,
She told him to turn,
  Watch out for ice!

Conrad who always  knew better
Skied downhill straight
Down, down
He flew till it was too late!

Conrad the crazy cool cat,

Had not listen 
The mountain was icy and steep 
He landed at the bottom in a heap
A sore and meowing splat 
Conrad the embarrassed silly cat 

Chemmy the sno bunny, 
Snow plowed and turned,
Skied down and returned,
Again and again, 
She felt such a thrill
Conquering the hill! 


 So who was the coolest cat on the mountain 
That day ?



Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Journey To The White Stuff


Journey To The White Stuff


Up and up
I look
Up and up, 
Standing, Tall and Grey
Encroaching all around 
Intimidating all that is apart from you. 
The only passage 
A snake wriggling,
 Secure and Safe
Wriggling,
 Up and up 
Trees, lush and tall 
dissipating,
Growing thinner, smaller. 
The canvas slowly changing from grey, 
To virgin white, 
Up and up 
Along the meandering grey 
Tarmacadam, viper, 
Sharper twists, smaller turns, 
Glistening icing, 
Allowing our transition into 
A softer, quieter
 Magical fairy land,
Looking 
Down, Down
Upon 
The Kingdom of Commerce 
While we play like bunnies
Up, Up
 In our snowy mountain.





( I wrote this after going skiing after a gap of 20yrs )
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