90s Yorkshire kid an insight short story poem (epic)
90s Yorkshire kid

an insight short story poem (epic)
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It was springtime all the budding signs of life were conquering strife. And I was happy to be alive
A story from my childhood in Yorkshire a bit of an insight into my life. A true story in poetic form. I hope you enjoy and i may post more of these.

90s Yorkshire kid an insight short story poem (epic)

It was springtime all the budding signs of life were conquering strife.

And I was happy to be alive

Running through the forest with my tiny legs

Crunching twigs and sweet figs

Thinking I can climb that tree when I’m more big

The dandelions and daffodils up to my knees blades of grass past my head please.

Trees tower tall and streams bellow.

I was a short little fellow.

Like hobbit they used to say though now I’m big and almost grey.

Well that what I fear of anyway back to this tale

So one fateful day I set sail on my adventure on the trail.

There was the sound of a lost calf shouting over yonder.

I wondered and waited a moment and began to ponder.

I climbed a tree and you would not believe below the cliff there was a river

The poor little calf was stuck and did slither.

My little heart beated I thought nay little jay shall not be defeated

I ran for the farmer and then he said you had better garner the strength to save the calf my knees are hard done by the lack of fun and hard work there’s no one else and I can’t risk my health.

I strapped the rope to my waste and in post haste descended down the cliff

Where that babbling stream did bellow as it rifts.

I removed the stones and the branches

The little calf smile enhances.

I put forward a stick placed in his mouth

He grasps it firmly and gives a moo moo shout

He can hear mother cow and the farmer about.

I climb the cliff or should I say clamber and clunk and fumble and bumble.

The soft soil rumbles and falls beneath my feet

The cow stands firm and I stay oreet.

We continue our ascent through nettles I must lament

My knees bloody and weak like the little calf so sweet and meek.

We reach the top and the farmer did say

“your top tup e laddy”

I said “I thought it was a calf” he said “I was talking to you kid”.

We laughed and laughed oh how we did.

The calf was safe no longer crying

All the while the bull was riling

The reward for saving the calf

Was not only a laugh

I got to ride the bull in the field

So my dreams were sealed.

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