Old Brock

Old Brock probably saw the Romans
The Cathedral bells rang for all time
Forever there’s been a criss cross trail
Striped black and white face bushy tail
Woodland valleys labyrinths of tunnels underground
Daffodils there yellow yawnings
Country Lanes there are no warnings
Bovine TB don’t blame brock
Its not old brock now in the dock
Sorry, scratching all the time
Fresh bedding, cubs born watch them climb
Making hay, a pastime they
enjoy a nice warm bed to lay
Some sad farmers now do try
To cull these children
Tell me why?
Because they were here
long before
The dairy cow and the stable door
Digging their holes
establishing setts
eating the worms
the brave lad gets
To play in the thickets
The wild mans hard
So let them live
close to this bard

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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