Woodshed stocked
And supplies laid in
In anticipation of snows and wind
We’re all prepared
To face winter’s worst
If global warming
Doesn’t get us first
Padre
Photo Prompt
Management
“Sorry to pass this on so late,
but I need you to this book translate.
Don’t feel you need to drop other tasks.
Just have it done for Thursday, is all I ask.
And, I hope that it’s okay with you,
I’ve made it part of your annual review.”
Padre
Concealed
Sir George was confused. The baron had ordered him into the valley to rid it of a marauding dragon. He had checked all of the usual haunts: three caves and rocky overhang, but no evidence of a beast was found at any of them.
Was he losing his touch, he wondered. After all he was an expert in the dragon game. This perplexed him.
After checking the closest of the caves again, he tethered his horse to a pine and sat down on a log to consider his options. As he ran through the evidence he couldn’t shake the sensation of sulfur in the air. But where could it be coming from?
Padre
Fellow Travellers
Fellow travellers, what brings you this way?
Far from what is familiar to my day-to-day
I know you’re familiar to what surrounds
But for me, my mind it does confound
Are you outward? Or going home?
For me it’s all strange – this land you roam
But my time here was be all too short
As this taxi takes me to the airport
Padre
Solitary
upon
a lone journey
traveled solitary
inward thoughts upon which to dwell
pensive
Padre
Tomato
Some say tomato
Or is that tomato?
Both are easier to say
Than Solanum lycopersicum
It’s described as a fruit
Well, at least by some
It is an argument as yet – still to be won
Placed is a sauce savory
And served as a veg
Is a better idea than with bananas
Or with a watermelon wedge
Padre
Of A Throne Deprived
They say he was entitled
Destined to be a king
But land that his father ruled
Became no longer a thing
From across the waters strangers came
Bringing with them a leader new
And the prince was thus exiled
Deprived the throne and the land he knew
Padre
Revealed
Dew-soaked
Fine strands revealed
A camouflage no more
Now the flies can see what’s in store
A trap
Padre
As Per Instruction
So I stopped
And so I waited
Yet my want of knowledge
Was not sated
A week I stood
In want of instruction
In fact I had become a kind of obstruction
For no one else could go that way
My steadfast stand their progress did belay
At least I was told to stand aside
An instruction finally – so I complied
Padre
Caffeinated
I need a coffee, but will settle for tea
I need to get some caffeine into me
Cappuccino or latte, they will do
Why are you waiting? Go start the brew
It’s not that I’m addicted
Or need to stay awake
Hey, where is that coffee
Hurry for heaven’s sake
Padre
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