The Black Sheep

Baa, baa, baa,

The black sheep cried,

He’d lost his mum,

On whom he relied.

He’d wandered off,

Then looked around,

And nowhere could,

His mother be found!

He baaed to the flock,

Where can she be?

No answer came back,

It was a mystery.

He galloped around,

Bleating loud and clear,

When suddenly,

She did appear.

Where have you been?

He asked, distressed,

To which she answered,

I’ve been undressed.

My coat’s been shorn,

Can you not see?

I feel much cooler,

And of the weight I’m free!

Autumn Elegy

Autumn leaves come tumbling down:

Orange, yellow, shades of brown;

Sun-dried, shaken, lost their grip:

Sailing breeze-borne like a ship;

Tossing, tacking, left and right:

Unpredictable their flight;

Watch them wander down the street, 

Where in huddled heaps they meet;

Left behind their mother tree:

Weeping still as each floats free.