I met a hound
\nA character
\nWilbur was his given name
\nA haughty bark
\nWho made his mark
\nIn the countryside
\nHe staked his claim
\nDiminutive
\nYet boisterous, he
\nLived with Robert
\nOldham who
\nLived in little Heath
\nA great address
\nWhere badgers and foxes
\nNever wanted for less<\/p>\n
Hollies and hazels
\nAnd oaks and pine
\nBlue bell clusters
\nThat smelled divine
\nIn a hearty home
\nOnce a dairy
\nPartly
\nWhere cows did graze
\nAnd their milk
\nWas heartily<\/p>\n
Given as freely
\nTo those who came
\nTo the little dairy
\nWhose claim to fame
\nThe house was built
\nA while ago
\nWhen the fire of London
\nIt did glow
\nAwake to the many cries of grief
\nA hundred thousands homes
\nBelief
\nin wooden structures
\nClose together they
\nAt Pudding lane
\nDid burn they say<\/p>\n
This amazing house
\nIt\u2019s seclusion, where
\nPotten End and it\u2019s wild
\nNess share
\nWith squirrels and owls
\nAnd muntjacs who
\nDeem to display
\nTheir magic too<\/p>\n
I stayed a while
\nIn a dreamy state
\nIn a topper-most room
\nWhere a roof of slate
\nHarboured a warmth
\nExpressing control
\nGiving warmth to a lonely soul
\nUp and down it was battery driven
\nA seat that helped my legs to drive
\nSerenity and such historic values
\nReally helped me to survive<\/p>\n
Claudia a life long friend
\nMade the acquaintance bountifully
\nPrepared my room with her gentle ease
\nArranged it all which did nobly please
\nThe aged poet bent on rhyme
\nAnd enjoying the heritage born in time
\nA house of character gently so
\nA wooded copse with a heavenly glow
\nProsaic peacefulness pandering to
\nThe solitary gentleman owner who<\/p>\n
Three weeks there a holiday
\nEncapsulated one might say
\nIn regent splendour atop was I
\nBeautiful beams and walls to sigh
\nTo dream to create my story lines
\nTo sit in the sun and it certainly shines
\nWhere the song birds feed
\nAnd heraldically
\nSoften the hearts of the
\nPoetry<\/p>\n
That flies and flies
\nAll around the place
\nRob Oldham\u2019s manner
\nEach wild embrace
\nWilbur his dog a gentle soul
\nExcited to see us
\nKnowing his role
\nA companion animal
\nWatching o\u2019re
\nHis gentle master
\nWho he did adore <\/p>\n
Out across the bathroom scene
\nWild repose and verdant green
\nHomely, magical peaceful sights
\nMisty mornings soulful nights
\nSerenity a dormant swell
\nIt\u2019s all surrounding I hear tell
\nThe history each darkly hour
\nOf consciousness
\nAnd gentle power
\nSpent there bringing wildness and
\nA marvellous magic across the land<\/p>\n
Back home in my mountainous place
\nFar away am I this day
\nThoughts though of the dreamy seclusion
\nThe old houses charm
\nAnd wild profusion
\nThe ancient wildness that surrounds
\nMildly mystic
\nAnd it\u2019s grounds
\nBeautifully peaceful
\nEveryday
\nHearing the owls
\nNever far away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I met a hound A character Wilbur was his given name A haughty bark Who made his mark In the countryside He staked his claim Diminutive Yet boisterous, he Lived with Robert Oldham who Lived in little Heath A great … Continue reading