Monday, August 29, 2011

Goats on a Log and Nanny in a Log

The picture for today’s poem came from a terrific blog called Southern Fried French hosted by Lynn McBride. Lynn features unique glimpses of French living complete with mouth-watering recipes. Click on the above link and check it out.

By the way
I must say
Its gourmet
All the way

The picture called “Goats on a Log” was part of Lynn’s blog which, on that particular day, discussed goat cheese and some associated recipes. When I showed my poem to a friend of mine, she said, “Why didn’t you say something about the goat inside the log?” So I wrote a second poem called “Nanny in a Log.” Enjoy!


Goats on a Log

Goats on a log in a field of lush green
What kind of story is behind this scene?
A herd of nannies on a make-believe crest
Several are standing, a few are at rest

One might wonder, is this part of a mini caper?
Or a live photo-shoot by the local newspaper
There must be an intriguing story for us to read
Maybe with a prince riding a pure white stead

Alas! There’s no sensational story to behold
It’s just a game to see who’s next to fold
The last one standing fits the bill
To be known by all as “Queen of the Hill”

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Nanny in a Log

Mary had a little nanny, her coat was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went, Nanny was sure to go
But Nanny had a favorite spot where sometimes she’d rather be
Like resting in the hollow remains of a long-dead old oak tree

That is her secret little hide-away, a very special place to her
When escaping to her “wooden cave”, like a kitten she would purr
She often was joined by her lady friends who loved to spend their days
Climbing on that old oak log and soaking up the sun’s warming rays

Then came the dreadful day when a major catastrophe struck
And Nanny’s world was shaken with a horrible stroke of luck
Sadly, she’ll never return to that beloved old tree trunk
For it’s now the proud family home of an old and smelly skunk

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