Merry Christmas | Peter Matthews

Misty morning clothed in snow

Huddled up with miles to go

Checking sheep out on the moors

Leaving family safe indoors

Man and dog go striding forth

West, then South, then East, then North

Every compass point between

Making sure all sheep are seen

A shepherd’s work is never done

Merry Christmas everyone!


Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

Mistaken identity | Peter Matthews

Fast asleep then wide awake

Dare I peep or should I fake

Is that Santa I can hear

Breathing softly, very near

Someone’s whispering I am sure

Over there just by my door

Gently ease the duvet back

Open eyelids just a crack

If it was Santa I’d be glad

but no it’s just my Mum and Dad!


Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

Christmas stocking | Peter Matthews

Susie squirrel’s stocked her larder

Finding food is getting harder

Little ones and Dad to cater

Hoping stocks don’t dwindle later

Every year it’s left to her

When it’s cold Dad’s loathe to stir

But in their drey they’re warm and cosy

Little kits think life is rosey

Actually, this isn’t true

‘cause this ain’t what the squirrels do!

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(Squirrels have a litter of 2-4 babies, called kits or kittens, normally in February or March.  Older female squirrels may produce a second litter in August. The babies will leave the nest at three months of age.)


Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

The Simple Things | Peter Matthews

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The simple things of life delight

Children’s laughter, birds in flight

Grasses swaying in the breeze

Help to make my life of ease

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The smell of new mown fields of hay

The rising sun at break of day

Autumn mists and wintry showers

Buzzing bees amongst the flowers

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New made beds with smooth clean sheets

The smell of smoke from burning peats

Springtime bulbs just poking through

Summer evening’s barbeque

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Horses, sheep, and cows a’mooing

Blushing youngsters all a’wooing

Older couples, hand in hand

Harvests from our fertile land

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Wispy clouds just scudding by

Painting pictures in the sky

All these things and so much more

Help make the life that I adore

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I count my blessings every day

And thank the Lord in every way

And when I go to bed at night

Considering all that is so right

The simple things of life delight.


Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

Diaphanous Delight | Peter Matthews

Flittering, fluttering, butterfly wings

One of life’s wonders such beautiful things

Alighting on flowers and floating on high

Painting new portraits way up in the sky

Some look like tigers and some look like eyes

There’s so much to see as the butterfly flies

You may be surprised at the height they can soar

Six thousand metres, perhaps a bit more

They can’t be surpassed as a creature of flight

When they bring so much pleasure, such joy, and delight!


Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

Summer Love | Peter Matthews

Lying on the lawn with Lorrilee

A game of tennis then a nice cream tea

Walking hand in hand beside the sea

Dancing in the moonlight full of glee

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Watching fluffy clouds go scudding by

Looking at the seagulls flying high

Playing silly games with twinkling eye

snuggling close together, my oh my


Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife of 47 years in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

British Summer | Peter Matthews

Summer rain so warm and wet

only to be expected, yet….

I see a bit of blue sky there

Come my love, let’s not despair

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It’s ages since we picnicked here

and now the sun’s come out it’s clear

we’ll sit down here beneath the trees

and rest our plates upon our knees

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Oh, don’t you love a picnic tea

Ouch! I’ve been stung – a bumble bee!


Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife of 47 years in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

A day at the beach | Peter Matthews

Puffy white clouds

avoiding the crowds

buckets and spades

put on the shades

ice creams we lick `em

seagulls they nick `em

toddlers shout

family day out

sun, sea, and sand

isn’t it grand!


Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife of 47 years in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.