Do you remember the Crone of Collin County, this is the poem about the crone before she was the crone. This is the young lass from Collin County.

Colleen Collin

T'was a night on the moor

Like no other night before

The fairest lass of the day

Took her hounds out to play

Around the house in pale moonlight

Arms outstretched into the night

Leash in left hand leash in right

Stood Colleen of Collin County

Her shadow cast the perfect cross

Upon the ground the leashs she tossesd

She smiled up the moon was bright

Turning darkness into light

A fierce  wind blew o're the moor

Frightened hounds could stand no more

Off from there they ran away

Seen not again to this day

Sweet Colleen caught in the wind

Caught her gown and she did spin

Into the ground just like a screw

She bid the pale moonlight adieux

Not a trace of her remained

Gone for good but when it rained

A silver mist rose from the place

A soft resemblance of her face

So as the moors you cross some night

And distand howls give you a fright

Tary not lest you dismay

If Colleen calls the hounds to play

Makay

These are my hounds

Muffin and Dixie

The Fairy queen is quite a sprite

She'll dance and sing in pale moonlight

Her silver hair reflects the moon

As she sweety sings her soft voiced tune

 

Enchanted creatures come to see

And dance and sing with royalty

She queenly blesses one by one

Kissed and blessed before the sun

 

All will sleep the day away

And come again tonight and they

There amid the ferns and flowers

Queen and subjects play for hours

 

Makay

There's a cabin at the edge of town

Within there lives a crone

They say that she's a wicked witch

But how could they have known

Behind the cabin was a creek

With fish the perfect size

The crone had no fishing signs

No fishing if you're wise

But you know how children are

They think they know it all

So with fishing poles and a can of worms

They paid the old crone's creek a call

What a time they had that day

One they'd ne're forget

They'd better leave before they're caught

Sneak away with no regret

But as they turned around to go

The old crone blocked their way

You didn't heed the words you read

And now you'll have to pay

Their knees grew weak and faces pale

They dropped their heads in shame

It's true they said they read the signs

But fished there just the same

I hope that you enjoyed this day

For now fishing won't be fun

She mumbled words and raised her arms

What's done now has now begun

You may go enjoy your fish

You won't be back I'm sure

Be sure and tell the others

If you fish here there's no cure

By now you know that it was I

Who broke the witches rule

And not a day goes by that I

Don't think myself a fool

For now when I go fishing

And it's seldom that I do

It's not a fish that I reel in

But some old witches shoe

 

Makay

 

 

 

 

Before I get started with the poem, I wanted to lay some ground work, I had this old washer forever and it would only start when you laid on the floor with the front panel removed and used a screwdriver to push the belt, then it would come on,. The other bad thing was you had to fill it with a hose so this wasn't a true automatic, because it was so broken down. I used it like this for ages it seemed before it finally gave up and died, with a full load of clothes in it. Full of water. Thus this silly poem was born.

 

 

The Day the Washer Died

 

Today you died, no time to prepare

And now so distraught, I'm pulling out  hair

We did what we could but the end was your fate

So we emptied your contents to ease up on weight

We strapped your large frame to the dolly real tight

And then through the door the fit out of sight

Out to the yard awaiting the dump

To be crushed up and chopped up each liitle lump

A replacement was bought all shinning and new

We await it's arival not missing you

 

Makay

A tiny little spider crawled right up my arm

And softly whispered in my ear I mean to you no harm

I want to show you something that I made for you last night

And you can only see it when the morning suns just right

I stepped into the garden where the sun shone from above

And saw the gift so sweet and pure made with simple love

There I saw before me were diamonds on a string

Makay

The dewdrop laden spider web was such a wonderous thing

I thanked the little spider and the Goddess up above

For we're Her creatures big or small enfolded in Her love