Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Springtime
Posted on 1st Apr 2022
Springtime Fresh sap is rising in the trees, sweet honey running for the bees. The birds are singing in the breeze and lovers all have grass-stained knees. For spring has sprung it's in the air, old Mother earth lets down her hair and pretty girls with shoulders bare will soon have need of new pushchair.
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It’s coming!
Posted on 23rd Jan 2022
It's coming! Hills silhouetted With knife-edged clarity Against bare-fingered trees And the background hilarity Of suet-plumped birds In the timorous sun, Bullish beginnings Of an early spring, sprung.
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Daffodils
Posted on 30th Mar 2021
Daffodils Tiny yellow trumpets, Heralding the Spring. Makes my heart go thump, it's Enough to make me sing.
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Spring Lambs
Posted on 22nd Mar 2021
Spring Lambs Spring lambs are Bouncy little things. Jump up and down As if on springs. Would fall lambs then In fields of clover Not stand up, Fall down, lean over?
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Springtime
Posted on 21st Mar 2021
Springtime Woody fingers silhouetted, Spring sap rising warm, has wetted Buds which break out in the sunlight, Leaves unfurl before the bun-fight. Birds find voices, sing in choirs Courting couple, stops, admires. Cherry blossom, pink confetti, Winter blues, forgotten, petty. Springtime bloom, a time for giving, Breathes fresh life in all things living. A chance to start afresh, renew So where'd I put that barbecue?
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Seasons
Posted on 30th Oct 2020
Seasons Golden browns Subtle reds Autumn winds Nature sheds. Piles of leaves Lie in heaps Naked trees Squirrel sleeps. Newborn buds Peeping through Promise Spring Start anew.
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