They fought with guts and guns and taunts of come-on
They wiped the field on the defeated faces of human races
They patterned them with blood-formed laces
The legion from our region
32 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Prompt: Legion
They fought with guts and guns and taunts of come-on
They wiped the field on the defeated faces of human races
They patterned them with blood-formed laces
The legion from our region
32 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Prompt: Legion
The Elder called us
Said there was business outstanding from the last meeting
Said sadly some of our numbers were missing
Said that was due to foreign intruders who have taken to eating us
We asked what could we do
Could we retrieve our nuts from their pooh?
He said look around, do we see many saplings?
And we looked, but we couldn’t see any
No new generations that we might call younglings.
Will we be the last of the Ents?
Destroyed by imported grey immigrants.
A word of explanation. Those wonderfully cute grey squirrels are not native to Britain and can, in the right (or wrong) circumstances, by stripping bark off our trees, cause their demise.
Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN
Here’s how it works:
Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE
Here are some suggestions:
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN
I live on a spit of land. At the front is the sea. At the back is an estuary. The sea faces east, the estuary west. Here’s some shots taken 3 days apart. Enjoy.
Could have shown you more but… didn’t want to bore you with my sun shots!
Come closer and hush
I don’t want to make you blush
You know that lady at number ten
I heard she went to the beautician’s
She went for her ‘tash, her upper lip
That’s what she said
But somewhere the words got mixed
It wasn’t her lip but her beard that was waxed
She was telling me, all of a rush
Don’t know where to put her face, she says
Still a ‘tash on her lip
But cos of the slip
She’s no brush on her tush
87 words for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Brush
Last week we left the walk at Crazy Mary’s Hole that marks the transition of Kessingland & Pakefield and a marked difference in beach. Now to complete the walk. And as the title says, I make no apologies: This is mostly sand, surf and sea. Enjoy…
Hope you’ve enjoyed. Not many flowers seen on this stage of the walk. Therefore Tuesday Treat this week will be… ah, no, you’ll just have wait and see
Within a Frame, another title achieved from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia.
Whose heart is this upon the shore?
Some distraught lass who’ll love no more
Her sailor-man has gone to sea
His ship is lost
She’s left to grieve
Now sadness bids me also leave
For that love-lost lass you know as me
Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN
Here’s how it works:
Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE
Here are some suggestions:
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN
Kessingland on Suffolk coast has an extensive and unusual dune system back by crumbling cliffs. Fed by water draining from those cliffs, there is a water hole (Crazy Mary’s). These are some of the plants we found there…
That’s all for now folks. Hope you’ve enjoyed