Busy Boy

Busy boy,
sailing on Grandpa’s boat,
playing pirates,
fishing for crabs;
to tired to eat dinner.

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We are down on our boat for a few days. Our son, daughter-in-law and grandson are with us, taking him sailing for the first time during this warm and sunny spell of weather.

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Sausages

And now the second missing post:

Why do I bother?
Whenever I ask my other half
what he fancies for dinner
the answer I get is always the same —
sausages!

Checking

In the cherry tree
the birds begin to gather,
checking that the coast is clear,
then dropping in for dinner.

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I have just heard that I have won first prize in a member’s only poetry competition run by The Salopian Poetry Society – my first win ever! I just had to share the news. The poem has not been posted on the site yet but should be up there soon.

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