Like many before him, / and many more will follow,
Over the coast, heading out to sea, / all engines have failed, and fire burns free.
The Fly Fisherman
The hunter he stares, as the fly floats along, / as a Blackbird nearby, sings its cheerful song. / Closer and closer to the trout, gets the…
Hunter and Hunted
The hedgerows and copses are no place to hide, / Reynard can smell you and time is on his side.
The Black Bakelite Phone
The phone starts to ring, the clock gently chimes, / like a maid sounding a dinner gong, its telling us the time.
The Morning Shoot
The grass it crunches, when flattened by boots, / fingers feeling numb, with toes following suit. / Diesel fumes drift, polluting the winte…
The taxi is waiting patiently to take her to the station, / she gets in, he drives off, without no hesitation.
Out of Town
Out of town, the skylark soars. / Out of town, no rush hour roars.
Englands Green and Pleasant Land
for dog mess, litter and drinks cans galore.
Blood is Thicker than Water
Shotgun cocked and ready to scare, / our gamekeepers foot gets caught in a snare. / He trips and falls, while both barrels let go,
Cheating on her husband, and she couldn’t care, / the family don’t know either, of her adulterous affair.
Wind of Change
Buying their Pheasant and Venison, from Waitrose or another shop, / they think it’s killed humanely, without the firing of a single shot.
The Final Shoot
At the end of the day a good bag by all, / gundogs at heel, obeying the call. / Back to the farm we slowly make our way, / choosing our bra…