Category Archives: MOLES

Beltaine at the rollrights

Theres a great thrash of cloud Its pink and its blue A stillness apparent I be clueless too A true celebration Of freshness ahead The bunting the streamers Have gone to my head Clad in our multitude Robed up and … Continue reading

an investigation into the Secret lives of MOLES

“loves labour lost” The wayward mole A solitary soul A subterranean warrior Who really owns his role A tunneller supremo In the nether regions he Its the sesamoid bone That works his wrist So very significantly Assists his digging prowess … Continue reading