Sunday, 28 August 2016
I can only apologise for the radio silence but I've been laid low by tertiary syphilis. No, that was 1934 in Berlin.
I mean a sinus infection. Which are pretty nasty beasts! I was having a conversation with my lovely Mother In Law and she was of the same opinion. So, while I'm still working on a post about writer's groups, The Good, The Bad & the Snuggly, I was able to write a poem for a pledging friend for being my 50th supporter. She wanted something to read to her boy, Jack, and as they are very nature-friendly I thought I'd write about Jack's day.
I love writing poetry and some of my rewards come with a personalised poem. Let me know what you think about Jack's poem.
Love Tabby x
See, Jack, see the rosy sun begin to rise
A morning mist gives little drinks to bees
The birds begin to sing their first,
the moon will rise before their last.
See how the mountains range & beam
In their Sunday best they are proud to gleam
Goats a bleating on hillsides green
Chewing softly, they are gentle things.
See, Jack, see the wind that runs on speedy legs
Through tree tops full of nests & speckled eggs
Look! A lizard sunbathes in the tea-time sun
It’s tail sways in time with nature’s dozy hum.
The lawn is green, the sky so blue,
The stone so cool, the sweetpeas new
The long shadows begin their journey old
As afternoon blazes green & gold.
See, Jack, see the Swallowtail on a flower
Taking sips before flying on, hour after hour
See those fields of corn, yellow glinting in the sun
Ripening quickly through the Summer’s run
Field mice squeaking, tails-a-leaping.
Dusk comes down and from the dark a-peeping
A wise old owl of many years, hoots and swoops
Til glowing moon dips low and he must roost.
See, Jack, see your comfy bed & toys all near
The stars are out, the night is here
Cuddle up with Mum and Dad,
Read a book and feel cosy glad
A glass of milk to bring you happy dreams
Your eyes are sleepy, droopy things
Smile once more & stretch your toes
Goodnight, our Jack, we love you so.